The Onion.

Just continuing what Waiking started...

yesterday, i was chopping up onions. i've been chopping onions into half-rings on a fairly regular basis ever since arriving in Sydney. my uncle likes cooking those bastard onion omelettes for dinner, hence the need for a lot of onion half-rings.

the onion half-rings that i chopped up yesterday was no different to the 1943582348292177 other onions that i've massacred thus far. each time the knife slices through the waxy translucent green flesh, they bring tears to the eyes. and they're not easy-no-fuss-no-drama sorta tears. these tears HURT. these tears SMART the eyes.

from very early on, i knew that these onions would mean nothing but trouble. everytime i peel away the hard orange exterior skin, i would assure myself that after all my past experience with chopping onions, THIS will be THE ONE that will NOT HURT. THIS will be THE ONE that will NOT bring TEARS to the eyes. that's because i've done this so many times...i naturally assumed that i'd have acquired some form of resistance to onion juice.

and each time, i am proven wrong...at that very point when knife-edge-meets-onion. to assume is just to make an ass out of you and me. or rather...just me.

but even though i know chopping onions will be detrimental to my health in the long run, i still find myself volunteering each time there is an onion that needs cutting up...or whenever bastard onion-omelettes are on the dinner menu. it's a seemingly vicious cycle that i just cannot break.

for the meantime however, i've secretly thrown out all the onions...ok..maybe just that last one. there's no more onions in the house. ok...no. there's a whole BASKETFUL of onions...i'm just gonna ignore it. and pretend i do not know of their existence. and maybe run away when my uncle reveals his onion-omelette cooking tendencies. just for the meantime.

but, i just KNOW that if in the future, someone needs an onion chopped...i'll be there.