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.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
To this day, I hate walnuts and I hate onions because on weekends when the walnuts and onions were in season, we were out there first thing in the morning and out there until the sun went down topping onions or picking walnuts.
I don't really like vegetables. But I'll eat them.
An onion can make people cry but there's never been a vegetable that can make people laugh.
I don't like spinach, and I'm glad I don't, because if I liked it I'd eat it, and I just hate it.
I'm a really picky eater.
There is a charm in making a stew, to the unaccustomed cook, from the excitement of wondering what the result will be, and whether any flavour save that of onions will survive the competition in the mixture.
I like salty, creamy foods. I could sit down with a bag of chips and French onion dip and go to town! That would be on my last-supper list.
I don't eat vegetables. I only eat food like cheeseburgers, Spam, hot dogs and pizza.
I love those tiny little onions in the spring that are so small they're almost like a little chive.
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.