I’m a crier.
I’m a crier. I admit it.
Every time I cut, chop, dice, slice an onion, I cry. Sometimes it can become full on bawling. That’s how I know I got a good one. But I think this is a natural right? All my friends are onion criers. T is an onion crier. My mom and his mom are onion criers.
How do the food network tv chefs cut onions but never cry? What’s their secret? Inquiring minds want to know.
(Can you tell I am sick, laying on the couch, holding a box of Kleenex and watching Food Network with nothing better to do than post rhetorical questions on my blog?)
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