Tuesday, April 24, 2007
An Onion Story
When I was little, I didn't like onions but I didn't know it. Certain dishes just didn't sit right with me; spaghetti, meatloaf, pot pies, and I always assumed I just didn't like the dish (although I didn't always consistently hate these dishes) - I figured out when I was much older, and my Studly Hubby suggested one day that maybe I didn't like onions (what a revelation! how can a person just not like some kind of food when all food has always been so good?), that it was onions I didn't like, not the dishes. Actually it was more complex than that - a few years later I found myself mysteriously hating a tuna fish sandwich I had ordered (I normally LOVE tuna fish sandwiches!), and he suggested there may be onions in it - right then and there I had my second revelation; I hate onions, AND the dishes that might contain them.
Well tonight I had a third revelation while I was eating some Chipotle (good ole' Chipotle). Normally I order fajita burritos and pluck out all the onions. Tonight there was some sour cream and cheese hanging off one of the onions and I couldn't resist but to stick the onion in my mouth and get that good food off of it. While the onion was in my mouth I realized, hey! that tastes pretty good! and I chomped it up and swallowed it down. So what was that all about? It turns out, I think I was cutting all onions out of my life when it was just the raw ones I didn't like (or the less cooked ones). Hmmmm....