Don’t be fooled.
This photo has nothing to do with my culinary skills. These were in fact some mussels I enjoyed during our holidays. Not cooked by me.
Yesterday I tried to chop an onion.
I wanted to get those beautiful onion rings to add to my, ahem, pre-made supermarket salad.
Sadly, for me, cutting up an onion has not yet made it to my list of skills. Even though I am thirty-one years old.
This became obvious yesterday when I massacred an entire onion without producing any said onion rings. For something like five to ten minutes, tears streamed down my face as I wrestled with the
frigging stubborn onion.
My high-pitched cries of distress and frustration must’ve echoed all the way to the studio, where Rick was quietly working from home.
Thankfully, my husband is a compassionate and non-judgmental kind of guy.
Graciously, he came out to inspect my onion and said matter-of-factly, “Yes, you have massacred the onion.” With no hint of who-is-this-person-whom-I-have-married whatsoever.
(I am a blessed woman.)
Gently, he told me to save the massacred onion for dinner, brought out a second onion and proceeded to show
the idiot me how you actually chop an onion. Properly.
My mother-in-law should be so proud.
Happy weekend everyone!
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