Vi-Day-Yuh

And that's a long I in Vi. You know, Vidayyuh, as in Vidalia. At least that's how I'm told it's pronounced - correctly. Just act like there's no L in the word, because if you say it with one everyone will laugh at you. They'll point fingers and probably not let you ride in their monster trucks.
I made the mistake of saying it the wrong way, but once was all it took. All this is leading to the gastronomical delight I whipped up last week.
Vidalia Onion Pie.

I managed to get this picture before Marie ate the last piece. That was you, wasn't it Marie? For once I made something that almost everyone liked. Not because they're picky or anything, just because I can't cook worth a shit. Unfortunately for everyone at work, I love to bake and cook.
Back to the pie - I guess it's really like a quiche, but I've never made a quiche, so what do I know? I followed 3 different recipes, because I couldn't find one that used the ingredients I had on hand.
First you have to have some Vidalias. My friend Lisa gave me some, then Marie (yep, pie-eating Marie) gave me some more. This is Vidalia Country people, and the heart of the UGA experimental farming. (Yikes, experimental Vidalias? Wonder what we should watch out for after eating them?) Lots of onions to be had.
I cut up a bunch of these bad boys - how many? I don't have a clue. Just a bunch. I cut them in half, then sliced them thin and put them in my big wok-ish pan with a stick of unsalted butter. You have to cook 'em on low, so they soften and get translucent, and let out their excess water and juice. I cried like a mother! I burned a candle, put a piece of bread in my mouth, blah, blah, blah. I ended up wearing my sunglasses too, and that seemed to help.
I mixed up 4 eggs, heavy cream, some milk, some leftover sour cream, a splash or two of hot sauce and some grated Parmesan Cheese. Straight from the shaker. Classy, huh? I added the onions and the juice from the pan, and poured it all into two pre-baked pie shells. And then I baked it. If you want a real recipe, google it.
It was super-yummy. No, super, super yummy. Gone in 60 seconds, with no chase scenes involved.