It doesn't matter how precisely the onion is cut as long as the person chewing it is happy.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I often want things to make definite statements. If I order onions sliced thinly on my hamburger, I don't want them to come out sort of medium. But that doesn't mean it's a reasonable desire, in all things.
I love those tiny little onions in the spring that are so small they're almost like a little chive.
I do not like onions. It's so funny because I am probably one of the least picky eaters ever. Pretty much any type of new food, I'll try it, I'll eat it. But onions, and pork. Pork and onions.
I also think it's very important to consider how the food will feel to the person eating it.
Organizing ahead of time makes the work more enjoyable. Chefs cut up the onions and have the ingredients lined up ahead of time and have them ready to go. When everything is organized you can clean as you go and it makes everything so much easier and fun.
My mother has told so many times the unbelievable story of how, as a toddler, I would demand raw onions and eat them like apples, I think that, at this juncture, it is a story that just has to be believed.
Happy is said to be the family which can eat onions together. They are, for the time being, separate, from the world, and have a harmony of aspiration.
Good intentions are not enough. They've never put an onion in the soup yet.
These managers all know their onions and cut their cloth accordingly.
An onion can make people cry but there's never been a vegetable that can make people laugh.