Revenge of the Onions
I always tell people I'm allergic to onions, but really, I'm not. I went to an allergist and tested non-allergic and everything. I still tell people that I'm allergic as I have a 'sensitivity' to them.
Then, after a while I feel stupid for saying it and making such a big deal out of it And then I slip up and eat half a slice of Keith's butter chicken pizza with onions in the sauce and I'm doing a full-on exorcist impression in the time it takes the onions to reach my belly. Not a pleasant experience. But I'm a trooper and came back to finish watching "Angels and Demons" with my Luvbug.
Keith lovingly told me the story of the famous chef (Don't ask who, I don't pay that much attention anymore) who was allergic to rabbit (Can you really be allergic to meat? Just one kind of meat? Was he like so super allergic to rabbit fur that it translated to its meat?) but loved the taste and so he just ate it anyway and each time his head swelled up. He kept on doing it and eventually he wasn't allergic to rabbit anymore.
My face is all red and speckle-y form all the burst blood vessels, like the ugliest freckles ever, so I do not think I will be eating onions until I'm not 'sensitive' to them anymore.
Anyone ever planning to cook for me: I AM ALLERGIC TO ONIONS! No matter what the doctors say.
Otherwise a pretty good day.