I've been eating lots of onions this summer.
I love them. Raw. Fried. Whatever. I love them.
Phil.
He hates them. A LOT. Especially the smell. Which I never really understood........until the last 24 hours.
So - I purchased an onion yesterday afternoon. It APPEARED TO BE normal - the same kind I always get. A red one. A delicious-looking one. A SO-READY for my toasted tomato sandwich one.
When we got home from the store, I cut it up - eager to eat my summery supper. Something I've been eating everyday for the past week, at least. During the preparation process, very rarely do I get NON-STOP tears that stimulate MORE tears because my eyes are burning so badly. But it happened. Yesterday. Odd, but the tears subsided and I enjoyed a delicious sandwich. I thought nothing more of it.
A post-dinner walk ensued.
DUN, DUN, DUN.
And then we came home from our stroll. And......
OH MAN, OH MAN!!!!!
You would NOT believe the SMELL OF OUR APARTMENT!!!!! AHHHHH!!!! It was the
GROSS-EST, SMELLIEST, MOST UNBEARABLE, ONION-SCENTED ABODE you could ever conjure up! We were both gagging as we searched for the remnants of "THAT ONION". Phil started flapping the apartment door, turned the fan onto ULTRA-HIGH, and Febreezed over and over until the smell was STINKY ONION + CLEAN LINEN and I had to beg him to stop.
Gag, gag, gag.
We washed off any dishes that may have had that poisonous juice on it. I made sure the remainder of the onion had been sealed away and stored safely in the fridge (which it had been). And Phil took out the compost to dispose of the "skin and bones".
Ah - RELIEF came in 30 minutes. Finally. Who cares that the open-door technique led to a buzz of mosquitoes around the room. We were rid of that
NASTY, NASTY smell and life was good again.
TO SLEEP WE GO. (Buzzzz, SWAT, HAHA).
Fast forward to this morning. I pour myself some cereal. Open the fridge door to get out the milk. And.....
BAM!!!!!!!!!! "THAT ONION" hits again!!!!!!!!!
The gagging returned! The Febreeze came back out! The door flung open! The fan turned to HIGH! And Phil..........
.....he threw the entire onion in the garbage. In the
OUTSIDE garbage.
For good.
Phil says, and has ALWAYS SAID, that any vegetable that makes you cry is a clue that they are BAD NEWS.
He rests his case.
Is this the start of my ONION-LESS life? Maybe.