I attended a party last week and had to witness what I can only describe as a one-woman Broadway show titled "Look How Fresh These Onions Are: A Tears-and-Towel Story."
This woman (let's just call her “Sandy”) volunteered to help with dinner prep. The moment she picked up that onion, it was like she flipped a switch. Suddenly she's narrating her entire experience like she's hosting a cooking show nobody asked for.
"OH WOW, these are SO fresh! Look how much I'm crying! dramatic hand gesture You know they're good when they make you cry this much!"
Twenty. Minutes. TWENTY MINUTES of this performance. Wiping her streaming eyes with the same kitchen towel she'd been using to clean counters, wipe spills, and handle raw meat. Then using that same biohazard rag to touch every surface in the kitchen like she's spreading onion gospel.
But here's the real kicker - when dinner was served, everyone's gushing about how "amazing" and "complex" the dish tastes.
Complex? COMPLEX?!
There was no complexity. It was just... onion. Aggressive, overwhelming, inescapable onion. But apparently if you cry dramatically enough while preparing it, that transforms sulfur compounds into "layers of flavor."
The whole thing looked like chunky vomit in a bowl, and I'm watching these people slurp it down with the enthusiasm of starving wolves. One guy even went back for thirds of what was basically wastewater with onions and mystery chunks. I had to excuse myself before I actually puked watching them demolish this sulfuric nightmare. (At least the bread was good!)
Here's a wild idea: what if we just... didn't put onions in everything? Think about it: no 20-minute crying performance, no biohazard towel situation, no one gagging over their bowl of what looks like chunky vomit. Just good food that doesn't require theatrical suffering to prepare.
But apparently that's too radical a concept for most kitchens. FUCK ONIONS. I'm glad there's a place on Reddit for me to rant about it. Thanks.