December 2031. Lily's book had been out for three years and had accumulated a small but significant academic following—cited in other works, used in courses, reviewed in journals outside its original discipline. More importantly, it was circulating among practitioners. The bean woman from Stilwell had a copy. Madison had given copies to three people she knew. A copy had found its way to the Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians' cultural preservation office and generated a correspondence between Lily and a researcher there that was becoming a new collaboration.
She came up for Christmas and we sat in the library room together while the family did things in the kitchen and the rest of the house. She looked at Danny's notebooks and looked at the food journals—five volumes now—and she said: you know this is the most complete ongoing record of a living Cherokee food practice in the contemporary period. I said: I thought it was just a journal. She said: that's why it's the most complete. You weren't performing documentation, you were just living and writing it down.
I thought about that for a long time after she went back to the kitchen. Just living and writing it down. Danny had done it without writing it down—he'd done it entirely in practice and in teaching, and it lived in me and was now going forward into the curriculum students and into River and into everyone else. The writing down was my contribution. I was the hinge between the older transmission and the written record.
That felt like enough. That felt like exactly the right amount.
That Christmas, while Lily and I stayed in the library room and talked about journals and transmission and what it means to just live and write it down, the rest of the family was in the kitchen doing what families do at Christmas—and this was on the stove. Pearl onions glazed with butter and whiskey, small and gleaming and unhurried, the kind of dish that doesn’t ask for attention but rewards the people who made time for it. It felt right, somehow, that something so quietly patient was cooking while we talked about exactly that: the slow, unperforming work of keeping something alive.
Buttery Whiskey-Glazed Pearl Onions
Prep Time: 10 min | Cook Time: 15 min | Total Time: 25 min | Servings: 6
Ingredients
- 1 lb pearl onions, fresh or frozen (thawed if frozen)
- 3 tablespoons unsalted butter
- 2 tablespoons whiskey or bourbon
- 1 tablespoon light brown sugar, packed
- 1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
- 1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
- 1 teaspoon fresh thyme leaves (optional, for garnish)
Instructions
- Prepare the onions. If using fresh pearl onions, bring a small pot of water to a boil. Score an X into the root end of each onion, then blanch for 1 minute. Transfer immediately to a bowl of ice water, then slip off the skins. Pat dry. If using frozen, thaw completely and pat very dry with paper towels.
- Melt the butter. In a large skillet over medium heat, melt the butter until it begins to foam and turn lightly golden, about 2 minutes. Swirl the pan to coat evenly.
- Sauté the onions. Add the pearl onions in a single layer. Cook without stirring for 3–4 minutes until they begin to color on the bottom, then stir and continue cooking for another 5–6 minutes, turning occasionally, until golden brown on most sides.
- Add the glaze. Carefully pour in the whiskey—it may sputter. Add the brown sugar and stir to combine. Let the mixture bubble actively for 2–3 minutes, stirring gently, until the liquid reduces to a glossy, syrupy glaze that coats the onions.
- Season and serve. Remove from heat. Season with salt and pepper, taste and adjust. Transfer to a serving dish and scatter fresh thyme leaves over the top if using. Serve warm.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 105 | Protein: 1g | Fat: 6g | Carbs: 10g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 195mg