My eyes are beyond sensitive to onions. I get one cut into those little tear-gas bombs of doom and I’m all sniffling and got waterfalls running down my face and everyone in my family makes fun of me. It’s miserable. But onions are such a lovely ingredient in so many things I cook that I just put up with the pain and crying and chop a little faster while praying that I don’t cut something vital off.
I’ve been running a booth for the University’s Career Fair today so I’m both starving and crying on the inside for so many many reasons. So when I saw this I figured, what the heck! I’ll at least be able to cry for a reason when I finally manage to get my hands on a decent sized onion (the last bag we go they were like baby onions or something because they were T-I-N-Y).