Dear Mr. Onion,
I would like to inform you of how much i hate you.
Tonight i had to use you for a dish, and even though i have had to cut you before, i still have no idea how to properly do it. As if that wasn't bad enough, you made me cry like a baby. Or like i do when i watch the happy and sad parts of disney movies'; because the pregnancy hormones from having my daughter forever changed my emotions and still haunt me today. To add to the embarassment of crying over you, litterally, i sliced the tip of my thumb.
Once it was all over, and i added you to the pot, it was to my horror that i needed more of you...
P.S
My dear limes, don't feel left out. I hate you too. After my run in with Mr. Onion, you were sure to add your own fun into the mix. So you squirted my eye with your juices.
I would like to add, that i will enjoy you more then usual tonight as i devour you both.
Love,
Tosha
Ouch! I'm 37 years old and have been slicing onions for as long as I can remember and they still make me cry. :P I've tried rinsing them with cold water before chopping them. I've tried biting on a piece of onion while chopping them. And I've even balanced a piece of onion on top of my head while chopping onions. All of this in hopes that I would stop crying, but none of those old wives' tales have helped. :P
ReplyDeleteHope your thumb heals fast. :)
And I've added your blog to my Mexpat blogroll. (Thank you for sending in the link, so I could find you.) :)