Why is it that I can go months without my eyes being affected by onions, only to chop a pair of fairly innocuous looking roots and suddenly find tears streaming down my face?
Damn them.
ETA. The garlic has turned on me too. My poor eyes.
Yes! Same here! It's really evil. It's the same with my lungs and garlic. Some times I can be happily frying it and lah de dah all is well. Next, I'm wheezing and running around all pale faced and panicky!
I'm guessing that they're particularly virile onions. Made cooking tonight's chilli a bloody nightmare. Surprisingly Dave loved my bean chilli, despite the lack of meat.
I always have trouble with onions. I've mastered the chopping of them so that I don't have to spend more than 10 or 15 seconds with each one. (Mind you, I like chunky vegetables, onions included, so I'm not talking about mincing the damn things or anything (that's what food processors are for anyway, right? I think. I never use them. I like chunky vegetables....).
When Mark's dad was visiting from Texas about a year and a half ago, we took him to a pub downtown called Jack of the Wood. Now this is Asheville we're talking about--the city where you end up talking astrology with your lawyer when you're closing on a mortgage refinance because it's just such a new-fricken-agey city. So we take Larry to Jack of the Wood and it's very crowded because Sons of Ralph are playing, but we manage to get a table and Larry orders chili.
Mark and I figure he's read the menu so we don't say anything, but about five minutes after he gets his bowl of chili, he starts grumbling, "Can't find any damn meat in this! What kind of chili doesn't have any meat?"
He just marked it up as one more reason not to ever move back to North Carolina.
I chop them really quickly too, those two just caught me completely unawares. My eyes still feel stingy and horrid. I do use the food processor to chop onions when I'm doing more than two (self-preservation)--you can chop roughly or mince them depending on how long you let it run.
Larry and his bowl of chilli, are a perfect example of selective reading at it's worriesome best. Very funny too :D
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Date: 2005-03-02 07:43 pm (UTC)Same here! It's really evil. It's the same with my lungs and garlic. Some times I can be happily frying it and lah de dah all is well. Next, I'm wheezing and running around all pale faced and panicky!
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Date: 2005-03-02 09:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-02 09:22 pm (UTC)When Mark's dad was visiting from Texas about a year and a half ago, we took him to a pub downtown called Jack of the Wood. Now this is Asheville we're talking about--the city where you end up talking astrology with your lawyer when you're closing on a mortgage refinance because it's just such a new-fricken-agey city. So we take Larry to Jack of the Wood and it's very crowded because Sons of Ralph are playing, but we manage to get a table and Larry orders chili.
Mark and I figure he's read the menu so we don't say anything, but about five minutes after he gets his bowl of chili, he starts grumbling, "Can't find any damn meat in this! What kind of chili doesn't have any meat?"
He just marked it up as one more reason not to ever move back to North Carolina.
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Date: 2005-03-02 09:35 pm (UTC)Larry and his bowl of chilli, are a perfect example of selective reading at it's worriesome best. Very funny too :D
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Date: 2005-03-03 01:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-03 08:28 am (UTC)