We are still wading through the onions and winter squash we grew last year. I am not stingy with onions these days- I'll cut up a whole one and throw it in almost any (savory) dish I can think of: pasta, soup, rice dish, eggs, Mexican dishes, Italian dishes, gyros, sandwiches, you name it. Emma still isn't a fan. But if the onions are small enough and well disguised, sometimes they pass unnoticed.
Sometimes I like to joke that I must be really attached to our onions. I get teary-eyed every time I use them in our food. Every. Single. Time. While this isn't usually a problem, it's an issue when we are having company over for dinner. Between cooking, helping with homework, and making sure the kitchen doesn't explode into a full blown mess (because our table is IN the kitchen and so there is no hiding a mess), I don't always have a moment to find a mirror and adjust mobile eyeliner and mascara before the company arrives.
Darn onion fumes.