This is the name of a new committee that my friend and I are thinking of starting. Actually, it should be more than a committee. A club? Maybe a foundation? Or an organization?
All I know is that we are tired of ordering dishes at restaurants that are not advertised to be saturated with the enemy. Salads come to the table with onions encased in a cloaking device so that you don’t discover them until you bite into them. Sometimes they are non-cloaked pieces that look awfully similar to a piece of lettuce or cabbage and so you chew. Hash browns and home fries also are made with the offending ingredient in most restaurants.
If you are lucky enough to see a piece of onion and remove it before
I made my husband’s favorite meal this weekend, a Pennsylvania Dutch version of chicken pot pie. I put a whole onion in the pot with the chicken and the celery, which requires that I remove the skin from the onion before I put it in the pot. The onion is only to add flavor to the broth; it is removed before the meal is served so that no one is subjected to its presence. This morning, while washing my face with a warm washcloth, all I could smell was the onion on my hands. Three days later.
So Onion-Haters-In-An-Onion-Loving-World Unite! Together we can stop the tears!