Dear Folks, As I mentioned, two evenings ago I peeled and sliced 7 smaller-than-medium onions looking forward to fixing liver and onions the next day. But when the supermarket was out of liver, I decided to make Zweibel Kuchen (Onion Pie) instead and use the rest of the sliced onions for my favorite potato soup just like Mother used to make. Yesterday it seems that I spent most of my time planning the logistics of Zweibel Kuchen. Before I went to bed last night at least I had the sliced onions pre-cooked in the microwave and put them into the refrigerator. But this evening was the showdown. The onions needed to be browned to a golden color in a frying pan AND the rest of the ingredients had to be mixed together. I knew that if I didn't do all of it tonight, I wouldn't be able to mix the other ingredients tomorrow AND wait for the end result to bake for 30 minutes in the oven. Let's face it, I no longer spend hours in the kitchen to prepare the evening meal just for myself. So I dragged my aching bones out to the kitchen, browned the onions and then was faced with having to use my trusty Hamilton Beach mixer that was given to me as a wedding present way back in 1950. Hey, don't knock it. It may be heavy but that's because there isn't a piece of plastic in it and it still works like a dream! However, it had been so long since I had used the bowls and beaters that came with it, that I had to wash them all thoroughly with hot soapy water. After I dried the smaller of the bowls I started to add the ingredients. With the first few I had no problem (well not REALLY) but when it came to mixing 3 tablespoons flour into 1/4 cup sour cream (mayonnaise in my case), that's when it got to be a bit much and my patience was wearing a bit thin. But I just couldn't give up and quit just then. The recipe called for a 10" pastry shell (which I didn't make) but I had to dig out my 10" Pyrex pie plate and also wash it with hot soapy water because I hadn't used it in years either. Eventually the onions were placed in the bottom of the pie plate and the rest of the ingredients was poured over them. I slapped a lid over the whole thing and stuck it in the refrigerator. Hopefully tomorrow I'll at least have sense enough to bring it out of the refrigerator long before dinner time so that it won't take more than 30 minutes to bake it in a slow oven. Going through all of those shenanigans just about wore my patience out. However, it's getting late tonight and I have a sink full of dirty dishes and if I don't wash them this evening I'm going to hate myself in the morning. Now why do I have the urge to call Marie Calender's hot line and beg her to ship me all of her delicious frozen dinners without my even going out of the house. Have chest freezer, can store! vee