April 23, 2015 – A long day today and at the end of it…my brain just feels fried so I couldn’t come up with anything inspired. It’s a crappy shot, but that’s just the way it goes some days.
I thought about taking a photo of my radishes coming up in the garden. Carrots, cilantro, lettuce, beets, and Swiss Chard are also peeking out from the soil after two weeks of waiting.
Patience may be a virtue….but it’s not on my list of skills and abilities. If you know me at all then you know that patience is something I am sorely lacking in. So the fact that I have actually started to grow something from seed is stunning. It’s terribly exciting that they are actually growing, but I can’t get excited about photographing it because the weather is grey and the light is poor.
So now what.
As always, it becomes a random wander around the house that usually ends in the kitchen. Tonight the search ended in the pantry with a red onion.
It’s funny what memories something as humble as an onion can bring on.
I wonder how many remedies there are for crying while cutting onions. Probably as many as there are for hiccups.
When I cut this onion a memory surfaced. About ten years ago…actually almost 11 years ago…shit, where the heck did those years go?!?
About 11 years ago I went to Hawaii for a month.
I went with two labmates and we spent a month on Gilligan’s Island. For real, not kidding, no joke…we lived on Gilligan’s Island for a month. It’s off Oahu, the backside, off a town called Kaneohe. The Island has a marine research station on it and is under the umbrella of the University of Hawaii. Not a bad place to spend a month doing research.
Onions? What about them?
Right, off track again.
While the three of us were there we took turns cooking and/or worked together to come up with something. Anne was definitely the culinary superstar of our little trio. And I learned something about using raw onions. I didn’t care for their sharp bite and after taste, but Anne taught me a great lesson in making them more palatable and keeping them from fighting back later.
Cut them up, and place them in a bowl of cold water for about ten minutes to take away the sharpness and kill the after taste.
Simple!
Brilliant!
Thanks Anne!
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Do you remember all the cockroaches in that kitchen?
Please….I don’t need reminding…….
Well don’t come to Davis. We have them here too! Although I’d love you to visit 🙂
As long as they aren’t in the coffee maker, I’d probably be fine 😉
Or running up my arm in the middle of the night and then ending up somewhere in the hair laying on my neck after I flick it up in the air and it comes back down on me in the dark.
I definitely don’t need to feel that ever again!