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So, as anyone who's been reading me on LJ (or is reading this now,) I have a son, who I've nicknamed "Tadlet." And he's eleven.
Yes. He's actually eleven.
And for some time, he's been bugging me to know why I cry when I cut an onion and bragging that he's immune, because he's never cut one before, and doesn't know what it's like. Until today.
I'm making corned beef, today. (My usual MO for corned beef is one onion, rough-chopped, the pickling spices in a cheesecloth bag or, (as today,) a fill-your-own teabag, and a few spoonsful of brown sugar to offset the salt. Boil until tender. Serve with mashed potatoes.) And so, I cut the onion in half, and then had him peel them and rough-chop them. (Yes. I supervised.) And at first, he didn't get it. Then he started to, as his eyes started to burn. Then it dissipated, and he complained vociferously. So he voluntarily held his head over the pot with the onions in, until his eyes started tearing up, and then he started rubbing his eyes and then I realized that he needed to wash his hands free of onion juice, so I sent him off to do it. Then he came back and declared that he was wrong, he's not immune.
I'm still giggling over this.
Yes. He's actually eleven.
And for some time, he's been bugging me to know why I cry when I cut an onion and bragging that he's immune, because he's never cut one before, and doesn't know what it's like. Until today.
I'm making corned beef, today. (My usual MO for corned beef is one onion, rough-chopped, the pickling spices in a cheesecloth bag or, (as today,) a fill-your-own teabag, and a few spoonsful of brown sugar to offset the salt. Boil until tender. Serve with mashed potatoes.) And so, I cut the onion in half, and then had him peel them and rough-chop them. (Yes. I supervised.) And at first, he didn't get it. Then he started to, as his eyes started to burn. Then it dissipated, and he complained vociferously. So he voluntarily held his head over the pot with the onions in, until his eyes started tearing up, and then he started rubbing his eyes and then I realized that he needed to wash his hands free of onion juice, so I sent him off to do it. Then he came back and declared that he was wrong, he's not immune.
I'm still giggling over this.
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When I read your subject line I briefly expected him to have had some kind of run-in with the well-known satirical "news" website.... No, a real onion! Hehe.