Evil onions of doom

December 6, 2011

She whined. I chopped.
Butter sizzled.
Then we hopped up and down,
eyes streaming, as the
evil onions of doom did their worst.
I clambered on the countertop
and bruised my fingers trying to
pry open a window
swollen shut with the same moisture
producing the black mildew I could see all too clearly from that angle
I was losing the battle against.
The wooden spoon tipped out of the pan
and left a trail of buttery onions across counter, wall, and floor.
Four hours later my eyes still sting.
Cooking is so much fun!
I don’t know why I don’t do it every day!


One Response to “Evil onions of doom”

  1. janet said

    I knew there was a reason why I resist it so…now I remember!

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