As long as we’re on an embarrassing stint of pictures of me, I couldn’t resist grabbing a picture of my face from a few minutes ago.
|Just keeping it real folks.|
I just put french onion soup in the crockpot (yes! supper will be done when we get home from class=myloveaffairdeepenswithmycrock). This involved slicing lots of onions of course. Onions make my eyes water. Onions make my nose run. I end up standing in the kitchen with my face gushing liquid, trying to slice onions with a knife. If I would stop to wipe away the gushing as soon as it starts it would take 30 minutes to chop one onion. So I just keep going and hope for the best.
Someday, this will backfire.
But it didn’t today.
Also, on a related but random note, I’ve discovered recently that I like things to be sliced thinly. It started with pizza toppings, but it’s now spread to everything savory. If I can slice it thinly, I want it to be. Including my onions.
Unless it’s a piece of cake.
Then, I would like my slice to be as thick as socially acceptable to still sit at the table with everyone else.
Am I the only one whose face explodes at the mention of an onion?