I have a confession that will come as no surprise for some of you. I love onions. I love onions so much that I have been known to eat them like apples. Which isn’t so bad if they’re Walla Walla sweet onions but is kinda insane otherwise.
Love them as tall stalks of green onions, small pickled little pearl onions, or just a plain old yellow cooking onion. I grew the onions above in my garden this year. I realized after the fact that I really should have planted about 8 times the amount.
I feel bad for anyone who comes into contact with me for the 2 days after eating an onion, because the smell comes out on my breath, in my sweat, it’s really pretty awful. I know this fact, and I really try to not give in to the onion cravings, but I still do it.
I even like the shape of onions. Not quite spherical, Not quite a teardrop. The papery sound of the dry onion skin as you peel it off. I’ve said too much! Later folks!
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