Continued Misadventures in Learning to Cook

I've just been round to my parents to make us all Sunday tea - it's allowed, we're a support bubble, although at this late stage of affairs I don't honestly know who is supporting who anymore. Maybe the dog is supporting us all? - and I decided to have my first go at french onion soup, but because I don't eat red meat I decided to sub the beef broth with red wine and Worcestershire sauce.

Anyway, long story short, instead of french onion soup what I made was a sort of hot wine with onions, and I've got to be honest, I...did not hate it.

I also accidentally bought four quid "cooking" wine that had a cork for some reason, and, well, there was no use letting it go to waste, so I polished it off with my mum in the kitchen while my dad audibly judged us. Good times.