Husbandrinka went to Costco over the weekend and I haven’t had a moment’s peace since.
Because he bought this:
Still Life, Before The Tears
A kazillion pound bag of onions. My stepson saw the onions displayed and asked me if we were stocking up against an onion shortage. The answer is apparently yes, and judging by the size of the stockpile, the shortage is interplanetary.
My friend Susan tried to put a positive spin on it, telling me that we can make delicious onion pie. I assume that the pie calls for 80 onions.
The weird thing is that although I usually cook a lot, since The Onions arrived, I have not made one thing. It’s like some kind of Onion Paralysis.
And I can’t get rid of the motherfuckers. Last night Papa was over and I offered him some. Do you know what my own father said to me? My own flesh and blood? “What, I should stick them up my ass? Why I need onion all of sudden?”
My friend Loralee is visiting and she also politely declined. I think she doesn’t want to spoil her kin back home with such fancy NYC souvenirs.
Whatever.
I’m thisclose to hosting an Onion giveaway on this blog. First prize, one onion, second prize two onions.
It’s like onions are the new Philadelphia or something.
And yes, Husbandrinka is on Costco probation.
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Psst! If you’re like me, you like to kill as many birds with one onion as possible. Stone! I mean STONE! And here’s a great way to do that. Go here, read the post and PayPal some money over to help a family in need. And what do you get for your efforts, besides feeling like a human being for once who lends a helping hand? Why, Stefanie will give your blog a shout-out. And apparently when Stefanie gives your blog a shout-out, it’s very different than when an Onion gives your blog a shout-out (which is another way that The Onions have really failed me. Sigh.)
I made a donation because I really wanted to get that whole “good deed” stuff over with this holiday season, and you should, too! But if you don’t want to, it’s ok. I’ll just send you an Onion.
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Twitter: msmegan
December 9, 2010 at 9:56 am
Does Husbandrinka take his lunch to work? Because I think I read somewhere that an onion a day keeps the undertaker away.
Twitter: Mamabirddiaries
December 9, 2010 at 9:58 am
I have about six jars of pickles in my fridge, courtesy of my husband. I’m going to go hunt down a pickles and onion recipe.
Where was Husbandrinka when my daughter needed onions for her science fair project? I’d’ve bought some from you…THEN I’d have had a GOOD reason to come to NYC from FLA.
You are so sweet to do this. One of your good-looking, and I mean insanely gorgeous readers, Lynn, sent me a big chunk o’ change and blamed you.
This family is going to have everything on their list and then some thanks to you and everyone who’s spreading the word. We’re at 1315 dollars so far!
Stefanie your link isn’t working.
I like to use frozen onions for cooking. Maybe you could slice/dice some and freeze them? Maybe you’ll get more takers this way too. Good luck!
I love that Onions has become a proper noun.
At this stage, the Onions are practically family members.
Calling all King David’s kindness to help me.
1. I am not your flesh and blood, you are my flesh and blood.
2. I did not advice anything about onions placement.
3. The whole thing represents a castration complex in one of you. About 300 hours of psychotherapy will be needed to establish whose it is specifically and whose fault it is.
yes, one King David, coming right up.
About number 2 only– I didn’t say that you advised me about onion placement, but when I offered you to take some, what did you say?
ONION RINGS!
For the Christmas tree, right?
Twitter: Peajaye
December 9, 2010 at 12:34 pm
I think you need to invite your Italian mother-in-law over for a cooking weekend, and those onions will be gone before you know it: Meatballs! Gravy! Lasagne! Sausage & pepper! Caponata! You might even have to send Husbandrinka back to Costco to buy more onions!
That’s a great idea, why didn’t I think of it?
Oh, I know. Because I’m not insane.
Answer to item #2:
I do not remember, but since I did not need onions at any point in my adult life, I most likely used a generic Russian expression that that defines the lack of such need.
ha! And what is that generic Russian expression to express such lack of need of Onions?
Twitter: jukeboxbarb
December 9, 2010 at 12:39 pm
I will trade you several cases of seltzer for one onion. My husband buys so many at Costco that he has to keep some cases in our car trunk. Wish I was kidding.
That sounds extremely dangerous. I mean, what if the seltzer freezes and then explodes? Or explodes and then freezes? Either way, this is a very bad situation. I’m alerting Homeland Security.
Twitter: jukeboxbarb
December 9, 2010 at 2:11 pm
just alert my husband. maybe he will listen to you.
Any of them will do.
Twitter: noshoppingliz
December 9, 2010 at 2:07 pm
This is just insane. Way too good to be true. I come here to get a few laughs and I get a few laughs AND some onions.
I’m really starting to like you. Then again, if you don’t send me any onions, you can forget I ever said that.
Oh I’ll send you onions. Especially if you live outside my window. They should be “dropping by” shortly.
Twitter: suebob
December 9, 2010 at 2:19 pm
Onion confit. Delicious. Uses a lot of onions. Slice them in the food processor (or while wearing goggles) to avoid the crying.
http://chowhound.chow.com/topics/268931
Ding-dong-ditch. We do this when my husband gets the overwhelming desire to buy copious amounts of squash. Ring a neighbor’s doorbell, deposit onions on doorstep, and run.
I live in NYC, you know. That shit’ll get me shanked.
Hence the “ditch.”
Twitter: Issascrazyworld
December 9, 2010 at 3:16 pm
French Onion soup?
So, this post is hysterical. And I just went back and read a few more…which are hysterical, too. Obviously.
But I am wondering what is wrong with me because I don’t know why it has taken so long for me to find fellow NYC bloggers. Whatever. I guess I am just happy I am starting to find you all now.
And I am at Costco ALL THE TIME because 1. It is awesome. 2. The pizza and frozen yogurt 3. I live two second away in Harlem.
So maybe I will bump into some time there…unless you go to that one in Brooklyn with the weird escalator ramp. I hate that one.
Sooo, short story long, I love your blog.
Twitter: kobiANDlaelsmom
December 9, 2010 at 5:33 pm
Papa’s response is what made me snort. Why would one stick Onions up their ass? Why!?
Well since we’re holding our Hanukkah party late this year, I could use a few to make my potato latkes with. Send them on down!
Ehm, make onion soup. And seriously husband and shopping do not mix. Last time mine went shopping he brought enough bananas to feed a small third world country. I finally had a reason to try out that banana bread recipe though…
How can you not be funny! Your father is so funny!
Twitter: Glamamom
December 10, 2010 at 8:47 am
I got gas just reading this.
Twitter: suebob
December 10, 2010 at 5:11 pm
Ha. A woman after my own…wait for it…fart. The last time I ate French Onion soup, the consequences were so dire that my good friend Charlie accused me of rotting from the inside out. Poor Charlie. There may be a reason I haven’t seen him for a decade or more.
Is that a jab at Philadelphia? I don’t even get that! I’d have taken some onions.
Not only do we have our own new industrial size sack of onions…but they’re sitting on top of our old bag of non-used industrial sack of onions.
I say spray paint them gold and sell them on ebay as the golden onion that Bella and Edward one in science class.
geigh friend John takes great delight in making fun of my eating habits. one of my favourite quick fix dishes- and perfect for the the Baltic weather you’re now experiencing, is simply boiling a whole onion with an oxo cube– when done to a firm texture- quarter and eat. so warming and filling…ohhhh the childhood memories that flood back: “please Mum- may i have another onion?”. Very war time in Tilling.
i’ll ship you a bag of citrus- in exchange. deal?
Signed-
The Lady AshEfield