Posted on 04/02/2024 12:33:23 PM PDT by Kevin in California
Just got back from the grocery store. Anyone wanna venture a guess on what I payed for a yellow onion?
My local Safeway — southern Arizona — is now selling regular old oranges not by the pound but for $1 apiece.
So true. I semi retired in Nov 22 and I thought when Biden got selected and installed that it’s going to be a bumpy ride to say the least.
Between 1880 and 1960 everything doubled in price. A 100% increase in 80 years.
Between 1960 and 2024 everything has gone up over 900%, in 64 years.
And the disaster at the grocery store continues unchecked
Not to mention the Godless Reprobate sullying Easter
Increase sales of garden seeds to ensue spring planting now hobby.
Ah! A fellow onion despiser!
Seems like the plan to starve us all into submission.
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Here I was think $1.18/lb in Central Texas was pricey. Of course, yellow onions here were $0.88/lb around the end of 2020.
What’s with the onion hate?
Unless you grew onions as a way to make money and had to have them in your cereal to make ends meet.
When I was a kid, we grew bell peppers for extra income. We had those things in every meal. Took me 40+ years to ever eat bell peppers again.
Yeah, but deli crickets are only 5 cents/lb.
I have not bought fresh onions in over 30 years.
Can buy dried onion chips/flakes-—use as necessary & have NO throwaway.
BIDEN trying to BAN home gardens-—”CLIMATE CHANGE”.
I just got back from Safeway and saw a huge display of these on sale at 50% off... $2.99 AFTER 50% off. I bought about 10 or 12 of these last year at 75% off and they were 75 cents each at the time... by my math, that means at $5.99 regular price, they doubled in price in one year... I don't think they sold any of them at regular price this year.
Yeah they have gone crazy! Bidenomics is bad enough, but now that they pretty much have a monopoly they are really starting in on the price gouging. I have almost stopped shopping in the regular American chain grocery stores anymore... I live in a heavily Latino area of Phoenix and we have a couple Mexican supermarket chains and their produce is SO much cheaper it is not even funny. I just got onions yesterday for 2#/$0.99. I get broccoli and Cauliflower for 79 cents a pound every week and then see it for $1.99/# at Safeway and Frys when I am cherry picking their sale ads.
If there is any single family event that brings back the most vivid memories for me, it is eating. Eating is both an intensely personal, and yet communal experience and mealtimes could be wonderfully good and occasionally, singularly horrible experiences.
The really bad ones involved onions.
When I was perhaps 4 or 5, my mom served real mashed potatoes with raw chopped onions. I couldn’t believe it. It was the most disgusting thing I had ever eaten in my short life. The food made me actually gag. No way I was going to eat that. But I tried and tried. I cried. I hung my head and stared at the steaming pile of mash. I thought I was going to actually die, sitting there at the table, staring at those lumpy potatoes.
It turned into a struggle...a mental wrestling match between me, those animate potatoes, and my mother. I do not know how long in my life we fought , the three of us. My mother was trying to do what was right for me...I am pretty sure she thought that making me able to eat nearly anything I was served would make me grow, or something. So when she served them, I was expected to eat them. They would be added to my involuntary plate, and begin to take shape, peering back at me threateningly like Mount Suribachi.
I would eat everything around the potatoes, carefully leaving any contaminated foods exactly where they lay on the plate. Using a knife, I would surgically free the main body of the hamburger patty from the small edge that had unfortunately become ensnared in the base of the white mound. Any food so soiled was lost forever, completely inedible. Mom would watch me surreptitiously...carrying on normal conversation with everyone else, keeping one eye on my plate, on the potatoes. As long as there was some other tidbit of food on the plate, or a mouthful of some liquid that could be sipped...confrontation was avoided.
But I could only sip at a glass of milk, each sip smaller and smaller than the previous one, until finally it was me in one corner, and the potatoes in the other. I would settle in, hunch my shoulders for conflict, and lower my head. Body language transmitting at high frequency, the signal flags were raised, and the battle was joined. Slowly, everyone else would finish dinner, dessert was served, and plates were removed. The lights would go down, and soon it was just me under the white light which shone brightly down on the potatoes. The sentries were posted on the ramparts, and the long siege began.
There were many times I tried to avoid this standoff. Occasionally, I would attempt to stealthily feed them to the dog under the table. I thought this was a brilliant idea until I tried it. The problem is, dogs just do not enjoy mashed potatoes with raw chopped onion. To avoid a real conflagration, I would have to retrieve the uneaten lump of dog-proof potato on the floor before my mother saw it. I would put it back on the plate, secure in the knowledge that now I really WOULD have to die before I would put those drool covered potatoes into my mouth.
Another time, I attempted to conceal the potatoes in my mouth and transport them into the bathroom during a sanctioned toilet break. There, I could drop them in the toilet, flush, and be free of...a mouthful. What then? Next time, I would fill my mouth until I must have looked like a chipmunk with mumps before I went to the bathroom. The basic, insurmountable flaw of this approach was that the mere act of putting the onion laden mash into my mouth was very nearly just as disgusting as chewing and swallowing. The gag reflex under that much pressure made for a memorable potato pyrotechnical show. That was a dead end.
As I got more experienced, I attempted mind over matter. It was me and the potatoes. As we stared each other down, I would get angry. I began to work myself up. I could do this. I could do anything. This was easy. I found that if I did not chew them and experience a nausea inducing crunch of raw onion between my molars, I could actually attempt to swallow them without chewing. This seemed like a good thing to try until I actually tried it. My mother would stare at me in amazed horror and disgust as I gagged.
At some point in my life, my mom gave up. I truly cannot say if the war lasted one month or six years. I have no idea. In any case, I think it was a very good truce for both of us. It freed her in some way, and I was able to sit at the table and enjoy meals. And I love her dearly for it.
Think Vidalia
Yes anything to keep his foot on our necks to the ground and hungry aka democrat democrat democracy in play obey or pay.
That is quite the precious story. You’re a gifted writer.
Onions are much better when cooked, I assure you, but once there is a fight about some food or ingredient of a meal, it becomes a life long struggle.
All onions of any variety are 100% vomit-inducing, all of them, no exceptions, from the mildest to the most pungent.
This does not mean I don’t recognize that many people love and enjoy onions. I am occasionally envious of those people, as it would open new gastronomic horizons for me and eliminate ruined food served to me in restaurants by people whom I have notified when ordering that I cannot eat onions, but...
Wishing that onions did not make me gag is no different from people wishing that a lack of oxygen would not make them asphyxiate.
I have often pondered what would become of me if we entered a famine and I was offered only onions to eat. I am certain I would starve, but I hold out the faint hope that I would be able to eat them out of desperation without vomiting.
Heh, I have practical experience there!
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