Onions and cars

Two things.  First, last night I made French onion soup, from scratch, in an RV.  The recipe calls for 4 pounds of onions, baked in an oven for a total of 3 hours.  Turns out that is a toxic amount of onion to cook in a small space.  Irv may never be the same.  Nor will my clothes, hair, the dog, or anything else porous at all.  And was it worth it?  Meh.  I think the soup turned out too sweet.  The recipe even cautions against using vidallia or other sweet onions, a recommendation I definitely followed, but even still it was too sweet for my taste.  It did have good flavor, but I can't get past the sweetness.  Bummer.

The other thing…this weekend we went used car shopping.  We’re considering getting another car, but aren’t sure we will.  We went to one of the bigger dealerships and walked around the lot, looking at new and used options.  No salesperson hounded us, which was weird but ok.  When we found a car we were interested in knowing more about we went in search of help, and found it quickly enough.  Clark was personable and possibly the most low-pressure salesperson ever.  We asked about a 2012 Yaris and he said he’d go get the keys.  On the way to the car he asked our names (first names, with a handshake).  Then he handed over the keys and told us to take it for a drive.  That’s it.  No last name needed, no need to hand over a driver’s license or collateral, no need to even prove we even had driver’s licenses, and nope, he didn’t come with us either (he had ‘some work to do’), but he did give us his business card, “Just in case”.  Hahaha!  I guess it’s not that weird considering that we can’t exactly go anywhere with car since we functionally live on an island.  But still, that’s a first for us.

So we took it for a drive, and it was ok.  They are asking more than we’re willing to pay, so we said we’d think about it.  Then he said, “Well, make an offer if you want.  We’ll consider all offers, because we’d rather sell a car than have it sitting on the lot.”  And we shook hands again and left.  That was a surprisingly pleasant interaction with a car dealership.