Oh NO!!
Not onions. Thems little puppies are purely good to eat like apples, or slicked thick on burgers, or fried as rings, or diced in just about anything.
Heh. I envy you and others who can eat onions.
It is a food I cannot eat. They make me literally gag and vomit. I am sensitized to them to the minutest amounts. My friends suspect I can detect parts per billion, and I don’t doubt them.
I have a great greek kebab place near me, and boy, do they make a grand lamb kebab. Pieces of peppers and onions on the metal skewer. I get mine without onions.
But those onions look...well...delicious.
They have the black, caramelized edges, and the people I was with eating there one night were talking about how good they were, and how I should just try one.
Just try one.
So in a moment of weakness, I tried one. I had to drop it immediately out of my mouth.
It is a terrible curse to hate such a common, and nearly universally loved food with an intensity and sensitivity that dominates my culinary life.