The lack of onions is a form of oppression and weighs heavy on my sweaty soul…
Where, oh where have you gone, you delightfully strong flavoured vegetables? What is my life without you? My food is so bland, with endless days of bland meals stretching ahead into the future…
I dream of the day that we are reunited once again…
I can see it now: Squeezing down the narrow alley of the market, braced for disappointment once again… I will see you out of the corner of my eye, gleaming golden in the dusty light.
Oh the joy! I promise to pay any price, just to have your sweet flavour tainting my breath once again!
Mmmm….
Never, EVER take onions for granted.
That is all.
Where, oh where have you gone, you delightfully strong flavoured vegetables? What is my life without you? My food is so bland, with endless days of bland meals stretching ahead into the future…
I dream of the day that we are reunited once again…
I can see it now: Squeezing down the narrow alley of the market, braced for disappointment once again… I will see you out of the corner of my eye, gleaming golden in the dusty light.
Oh the joy! I promise to pay any price, just to have your sweet flavour tainting my breath once again!
Mmmm….
Never, EVER take onions for granted.
That is all.
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