Aug
8
Honestly.
I’m making meatloaf (or, as we know it around here — MEAT STICK) for supper tonight. I make a decent meatloaf, I must say. And BDH, he loves him some meatloafy goodness.
So as I get my ingredients together, I think: OH! Wouldn’t it be WONDERFUL to use some ingredients from our lovely garden?
So out I troop to the veggie garden, and pull up a big, fat, round onion.
(You see where this is going already, don’t you.)
It’s PERFECT, this onion. I rinse off the excess dirt and pull off the outer skin, and then lob off the greens on top. I have to say, the greens smelled DIVINE. There’s no smell like it.
I get out my cutting board and start making lovely, thin slices.
And suddenly…
OHMYGODMYEYES!! AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!
Eyes! Watering!
Fumes! Attacking my eyes!
OW!
Crying! Many tears!
Painful!
OW! OWOWOWOWOW!
Many! Tears!
Half an hour later, my kitchen smells lovely. My eyes still hurt.
Bastard onion.
