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Names are tricky. They are supposed to be the roadmap to a person. You hear their name, and you assume you can know a little bit about them. Not so. Names are misleading. Misnomers even. For instance, my name. Kerry is a masculine, in the best of times gender-neutral, Irish name. And yet, there is probably no one less Irish or more girly, than me. So, I don’t put too much stock in names.
French Onion Dip is another name that is a complete misnomer. Never, ever, have I seen French Onion Dip in France. I can only assume the “French” part comes from caramelized onions, which might bear some resemblance to those in French onion soup. But there’s really nothing French about it. It is the ultimate American food, with maybe just a hint of what we wish were behind it: sweet bistro onions, and the Paris skyline. Maybe my parents named me Kerry because they wished I were an Irish boy. Who can say, really?