The other day, chopping home-grown onions to make supper, I wept. I wept copious quantities of painful tears. Man, was it uncomfortable. And it occurred to me that it was the first time in YEARS that cutting an onion had made me cry. What on earth has happened to our supermarket onions that they don't do this to us any more? Are we so removed from the way the world functions that we breed de-natured onions so as not to cry?
My onion crop was rather successful this year. Thank goodness I make very good red onion marmalade, and in spite of the children's protests they do go into much of what I cook. Next year's sets have just arrived, and by next week should be in the ground, and I get to spend next summer in floods of tears. Can't wait!
Oh and P.S. for those of you who don't know, What's the difference between an onion and an oboe?
Nobody cries when you chop up an oboe! Ha ha ha ha ha!
Prof Pickford
7 years ago
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Hmm. I had thought that I don't cry at onions any more because I now wear contact lenses. Is that not so?
I have just Googled 'crying when cutting up onions' and come up with more utter nonsense and persiflage than I care to repeat.
Onions - where would we be without them? No soup, casserole, or bol sauce. No only-just-distinguishable white slimy bits for children to pick out of food.
The world would be a blander, though less sulfenic, place.
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