Who the Hell Uses Onion Juice?


By John Thorne (http://www.outlawcook.com/)

The other day I was leafing through a vintage edition of The Fannie Farmer Boston Cooking School Cookbook looking for American chop suey (a story for another time), when my eye fell on a recipe with an ingredient list that included a “few drops onion juice” — and suddenly I was a child again, poking around in my grandmother’s kitchen.

It was an odd little room. The family lived on the bottom floor of a large duplex, built by my grandfather in the 1920s in Wollaston, on Boston’s South Shore. Long before I came along, my grandmother purchased a piano and turned the dining room into the piano room. Thus, the kitchen became the dining room and the adjoining pantry became the kitchen. It was just wide enough to hold the kitchen sink at one end and the gas stove at the other. (The refrigerator sat in the dining room.) Between them ran a narrow counter and, above and below it, storage shelves for cookware and food. This was the kitchen in which Nana prepared meals for a family of five children (my mother the only girl).

How she did it I’ll never know, partly because by the time I was old enough to attend to such things, rheumatoid arthritis had laid her low. However, in those days lots of kitchen shelves were not a necessity: a grocery order was a phone call away, and the milkman and the Cushman’s Bakery man came to the back door. (In fact, they came right through it, shouting a welcome as they did.) I do know that Nana was a good cook if a plain Yankee one, proud of her baking and willing to go the extra distance to give plain fare a touch of the special.

Even so, she required little in the way of seasonings. I still recall those yellow rectangular tins with the Stickney & Poor brand name spelled out in bright red script: clove, cinnamon, nutmeg, mustard, and black pepper. Apart from a box of Bell’s poultry seasoning and a bottle of vanilla extract, the only other thing I remember is Howard’s Onion Juice, in its oddly elongated bottle.

As a child, I had no interest in cooking, and not even a little boy could have fitted in the kitchen when Nana was at work. However, when I learned to read, I found the act so thrilling that I practiced this new skill on every label that came my way. When I parsed out the words “onion juice” I was deeply shocked. These were two words that simply did not belong together. Some juices, like grape juice, were rare treats, other juices — apple, orange, tomato — were a regular part of my life (all, by the way, poured out of cans), but … onion juice?  Did Grampa and Nana secretly drink the stuff? I never dared ask, but I never forgot, either.

I put aside the search for American chop suey aside, lost in contemplation. Onion juice. I couldn’t remember it called for in any other cookbook. Do people still cook with it? Can you even buy it? It took but a moment at the keyboard to answer those questions: Howard’s Onion Juice still exists. Amazon.com sells it by the case. And people were attesting to how glad they were to find it, how they needed it for their spaghetti sauce and sloppy joes, their salad dressing.

Well, there was no way I was going to order a case. Still, curiosity piqued, I decided to check out likely suspects here in Northampton (MA). First, I drove over to  Big Y, a local supermarket chain that prides itself on its New England roots, and poked around. But where should I look? On the spice shelves? Among the hot sauces? The gravy mixes? I finally asked one of the clerks. The query went up the management chain and came back down: “Never heard of it.”

I tried our local grocery, Serios; their next-door competitor, State Street Fruit; then on to Atkin’s Farm Stand (unlikely, you think, but I did leave there with a bottle of Spanish sherry vinegar, a jar of an organic Indian simmer sauce, and a little carton of red wine foundation sauce — impulse buying, my middle names). But, as to onion sauce, no, no, and no. I gave up and emailed Howard’s Foods for help. They kindly pointed out that both their onion and garlic juices were sold at our other local supermarket, Stop & Shop. I had, in fact, looked there, but had suffered input overload in front of the dazzling (if mostly meretricious) display of seasonings. I simply failed to see it.

Howard’s Onion Juice. The ingredient list is short and impeccable: onion juice, vinegar, salt. Despite a yelp of protest from my inner child, I take a nip straight from the bottle. (I had just finished eating a Greek salad and thought, “How could it hurt?”). It didn’t. Although the bottle claims that one teaspoon is equal to half an onion, Howard’s Onion Juice has none of that sharp-toothed bite of raw onion. In fact, it tastes sort of like onion breath smells — except now it’s in your own mouth and doesn’t go away.

A politer way of saying this is that tastes like juice extracted from a boiled onion, plus a zip of vinegar. Unfortunately, my whole goal when cooking onions is to fry out the juice, and with it that hint of skunk cabbage. Not that I mean to diss Howard’s product. I can see adding a splash to anything liquid (soups, stews, broths) that could use a hit of the vegetable’s simultaneously tasty and malodorous vibes. But, really, is that what onion juice is all about? I know old-time cooks held garlic at arms’ length. But they didn’t treat onions like that — and certainly not cooked onions. There had to be something more to the story — and to Nana’s cooking — than this.

Back I went to Fannie Farmer. We have twelve editions in our collection — not all of them, but most. Onion juice is there from the first, not poured from a bottle but made as needed right on the spot. In the original volume, you were instructed to get it by working the cut surface with a fine grater, but soon some culinary quick-wit discovered a much simpler method: “Cut a slice from the root end of the onion; scrape the juice with the edge of a teaspoon.”

Try it. What you get isn’t so much juice as a thickish pulp, and it’s charged with flavor, right up there (almost) with finely minced raw garlic. As soon as I dipped a finger in it, I had to mix it up with some butter and eat it on toast. I surely breathed fire for an hour afterwards, a small price to pay for something so deliciously potent. This stuff is definitely not for kids.

That naked power also explains why it was often added by the drop — and added it surely was. In the 1921 edition of Fannie Farmer, it is used to add savor to a lobster and oyster ragout; a savory of chopped chicken liver and hard-boiled egg; Hamburg steak; Eggs à la Caracas, scrambled eggs with the odd but tasty sounding addition of tomatoes and smoked chipped beef; a host of stuffings … the list goes on and on. (It is also used uncooked — as see this simple corn salad.) In other words, it was deployed where we today would most likely add a touch of garlic.

Howard’s Onion Juice appeared on the market in the early fifties, around the time I was learning to read. Consequently, that bottle, when I first saw it, was a newly offered convenience. But it is the original scraped raw onion pulp that is the revelation. As with garlic, halfway measures can be worse than none at all. I’m already working up ways to put real onion juice to work, from meatballs to clam fritters to onion (as in garlic) bread. Somewhere, Nana is … what? Smiling? Aghast? Whatever it is, it’s nice to be in the kitchen with her.

(Copyright © John Thorne 2010)


3 thoughts on “Who the Hell Uses Onion Juice?

  1. Thanks for the memories. I was a student at Smith in the 70s and remember State Street and Serio’s with great fondness. I also had until relatively recently a bottle of the Howard’s garlic juice. It had only one purpose in my kitchen, as an addition to what I call "tomato gamish," a mascerated mess of the ripest tomatoes with basil chiffonade, stolen shamelessly from Nora Ephron’s _Heartburn_. Raw garlic was too raw, if added in amounts sufficient to give the cold summer salad/pasta topping enough garlic "oomph." A few drops of the garlic juice was plenty garlicky, without the unpleasant bitterness of lots of chopped raw garlic. As summer is coming soon, I should see if I can find it here in Seattle.

  2. I lived in Northern Ontario, Canada in the mid 80’s and I remember using both the garlic and onion juices from Howard once in a while when I needed just a dash of seasoning rapidly and was too lazy to use the fresh stuff. It was something useful to have in an emergency. I am not sure if my memory fails me, but I faintly remember another juice from them in the same bottle format, but for the life of me I can’t remember exactly what it might be.

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