Onions

We can't bust heads like we used to. But we have our ways. One trick is to tell stories that don't go anywhere. Like the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for m'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. Gimme five bees for a quarter, you'd say. Now where was I... oh yeah. The important thing was that I had an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time. You couldn't get white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...

^...says man who dislike chocolate.

I vote other, but for me other is really all of them!! Onions in all their varieties are great!!

I used to help my grandmothers (who were peasants, I lived at the country until I went to school) at doing these:








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I was only responsible of preparing the onions for the knitting so I never learn how to knit them. Fortunately the traditions is still maintained.


Edited by harmonium.ro - December 19 2010 at 08:11

No and since I watch a lot of cooking shows I should have verified first. 

You live in Wales, right?. 

My Wiki research. Best not to put too much trust in them.


Edited by Slartibartfast - December 19 2010 at 08:01

Snow Dog wrote: Just found out it is what we call a "Spring Onion". And that the word Welsh is a corruption anyway and has nothing to do with Wales.

It came from Wiki, go figure.


Edited by Slartibartfast - December 19 2010 at 07:45

This one.

Oh, it seems like I already knew leek, and I like it. It's called "praz" where I come from. 

Can't stand em.