Sometimes I like to keep it simple.
Bring it to a simmer and let it gently bubble for 45 minutes, stirring occasionally. Then--and this is where it started to get weird for me--you take the onion out. That half an onion? Literally, half an onion, in a chunk, not chopped. But at the end, you throw it away.
It makes me sad, throwing onions away. I am very, very fond of onions.
If only it had tasted as vibrant as it looks.
I saw this recipe earlier this week at Smitten Kitten. She notes how many other bloggers have raved and raved about this, and she loved it too. I thought it sounded divine--tomatoes, onion, butter. Really! What more could I possibly want?
Turns out I could want a lot more. Such as: onion left in the sauce, garlic, mushrooms, peppers, oregano...yeah, I could want a lot.
Not that it wasn't good. It was. Sort of. Let's put it this way: Teen 2 loved it. Teen 1 ate about two bites and then opted for cereal. DH and I both finished our plates, but agreed that it wasn't anything special. Sorry, Teen 2--this isn't likely to go into the regular rotation, even if it is super easy.
But I give it to you anyway, because clearly there are a lot of people out there with respectable palates who thought it was the bee's knees.
Do with it as you will.