The dreaded onion.
In my opinion, they are awesome and just so happen to be the basis for almost every one of my awesome soups, but to most they represent a major road block.
Who on earth would want to cook with an ingredient that turns them into a blubbering baby every time they use it?
I know I wouldn’t. Thankfully, I have super strong tear ducts and it takes a seriously gnarly onion to make me tear up. But, my boyfriend is not so lucky.
I have no idea how we came to this subject, but Wesley’s brother’s girlfriend, Heather, (My uncle’s, cousin’s, stepbrother’s mother. Follow me?) told us that if you stick a piece of bread in your mouth while chopping an onion, you can be tear free.
Wes thought this was ridiculous.
Until I made him chop some onions for me on Monday. He was whining up a storm until I shoved a piece of sourdough in his mouth.
The bread was such a success he requested another slice.
No tears. No whining.
I’ll count that as a win.
Love and Beer Floats
Angela
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