Wednesday, November 11, 2009

I thought this day would never come.

My mother said that it would. I didn't believe her. But it has. I adore onions.




As a child I despised them. I remember being so short I couldn't see over the counter and  looking up at my Mom who was cutting up onions for some dish she was making.  I remarked on my loathing of onions (Unfortunately, the word "loathe" was not yest a part of my vocabulary, at seven. But wouldn't that have been awesome?) and she laughed.

"When you're a grown-up you will like them." she said. Now it was my turn to laugh. Oh, poor, silly Mother. Didn't she understand that my hatred for onions was rooted deep in my soul? Turns out, she was right. I was wrong. (Didn't think you'd ever hear THOSE words come out of my mouth (Or be typed by my fingers.) did you?) That is the bitter truth.

So thank you, Mother, for putting up with my childish foolishness. I now see the error of my ways. Now, on to peppers and tomatoes...

2 comments:

  1. i used to HATE onions and mushrooms.

    now i love them. weird.

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  2. Hmmm, I don't know about onions in general. Sometimes I can't tell, but I never like onions in fried eggs really.

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