Live longer: One of Britain’s oldest people, age 110, praises ONIONS for her long life

www.express.co.uk ^ | Fri, May 4, 2018 | By Michael Knowles

[SamAdams76]

Maybe the smell of onions kept others away, and hence less exposure to germs? That "bad breath" stereotype of onion/garlic eaters is probably a misnomer. I eat lot of onions and have a clove of garlic just about every day. If I'm not cooking it in my food, I'll just eat it raw.

Yes, I keep several bulbs of garlic in my pantry and often I'll just peel a clove and pop it in my mouth raw. Usually right around dinner time. I love the taste of raw garlic and have gotten used to the burning sensation in my mouth from chewing it.

I don't have bad breath as a result and rarely ever get sick.

This old lady living to be 110+ is a good story. I'm sure the onions help but a positive attitude is just as important as a good diet. People who are miserable and cranky tend to pop off faster. This woman looks happy.

[Georgia Girl 2]

My Mom is 95 lives across the street from us. Does her own cooking and cleaning. Mr. GG2 keeps her 1991 Oldsmobile on the road. She drives to the grocery, church and library. I drive her anywhere that’s far.

[Trillian]

We can't bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell 'em stories that don't go anywhere - like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. “Give me five bees for a quarter,” you'd say.

Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...

[Yaelle]

Remember George Burns? Smoked his cigars and drank his whisky til 100 or however old he got. People would ask him, “What does your doctor say about that?”

He’d pull the cigar out of his mouth and respond, “Oh, him? He died 20 years ago.”