When the weather turns cold here in Southeast Louisiana (and by cold I mean anything below ninety degrees and one hundred percent humidity) most folks' thoughts go immediately to gumbo. I'm certainly not saying that mine don't. It is called gumbo weather for a reason. But sometimes on a cold and rainy night, you need the comfort of French Onion soup. Warm, oniony, and cheesy (not sure if oniony is a word but I don't care). Everything in the bowl just screams "stick to your ribs".