My dad loved onions. Most nights he would eat a dry cheese and onion sandwich, and on reflection, I’m thinking it was because that’s what was available when he was growing up. I don’t care for raw onions, but it seems in my family, I was the odd one out. Green onions, Vidalia onions, red onions, pearl onions — everyone liked onions but me. I like them cooked in other foods, I like onion rings, and have even been known to roast them, but not eat them raw.
I’m OK, thanks. Not great, but it’ll pass. Today is another day and I’ll get through it.
Good morning. Glad you’re okay, even if you’re not great!
The rain has stopped here, but it’s cold. Jake went out.