Onion rings should be a little wild. Not perfectly uniform, not delicate, and definitely not the kind you eat with a fork like you are at a fancy tea service. I want crisp edges, a tender onion bite, and a coating that clings in those crunchy, lacy bits that make you keep “testing” just one more.
This rustic version gets a small but mighty upgrade: a citrus-kissed soak and a zesty, peppery dredge. It does not taste like lemonade. It tastes like onion rings that woke up, took a quick shower, and chose flavor.





