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.
Fumes! Attacking my eyes!
Crying! Many tears!
Half an hour later, my kitchen smells lovely. My eyes still hurt.