Our upstairs neighbors are touring, and since we famously can’t prepare dinner salmon after they’re residence, I made a decision to make salmon gyro bowls for dinner.
The one catch? I’d have to cut an onion.
Each time I chop an onion, I, like most individuals, weep like a child. Tears streaming down my face, attempting to look away with out chopping off a finger, the entire shebang. So, this time, I attempted one thing new.
I wore glasses and lit a candle. I’d heard about these techniques over time and at last determined to provide them a attempt. And, lo and behold, my eyes felt fully regular — no tears in sight. I may have reduce onions allllll day lengthy.
My buddy Michael and I have been amazed. (Toby didn’t care.)
How nice is that??? And now that I’m a free girl, what are your finest onion-forward recipes? I’m pondering: cauliflower and onion gratin, rigatoni with caramelized onions and gorgonzola, and Jenny’s broccoli soup.
P.S. Motherhood poems that make us snigger and cry, and what’s your finest kitchen hack?
