Sunday, March 6, 2011

Pet Onion


For those who don't know, Josh and I live in a basement. A fairly moist and stuffy (but very cute) apartment. Now I'm not sure if it was the environment of our apartment- it being moist and all- or if it was simply the age of the onion, but the fact remains that we had a pet onion. Yep. A pet onion. We named him after the editor of Josh's design book- Kicklyder. Josh and I learned our lesson about onions this last January when we bought a large bag of them, in hopes that we would have more time to experiment with onion recipes this semester. Unfortunately, after our first couple of real meals that called for onions, we got sucked into the black hole called "life" and never took notice of our onions again until I saw a sprig of green growing through the top of one of the onions. Fascinated, we began to think that our apartment had magical growing powers and let the onion alone to see what would develop. The last time I had cut one of this specific onion's brothers, it made me weep from the incredible strongness of it's odor. From said experience, I knew this onion had the potential to do great things. Over the span of a month, our onion prospered and grew into a full-fledged plant, strong and healthy. We contemplated planting him, and letting Kicklyder grow to his full potential in a proper home, but in the end we let him die in our kitchen trash can. Several morals come from this story. A. Don't buy onions in bulk, especially when one member of the two member family does not like them. B. Throw out the onions once the smell becomes so powerful it invades the food you are eating. Maybe put in a cupboard instead of a shelf? C. Find something worthy of blogging on other than onions.

2 comments:

  1. or you can buy onions in bulk again, call your good friend the chef to show you new ways to cook them and eat them all and have some lovely recipes for next time...ps onions are probably my favorite vegetable

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