No. No amount of culinary experience will get me over my hatred of onions. It's not even a taste thing. I don't even mind onions in a salad compared to how much I don't particularly like salads in general. I don't like them. But they're whatever in raw form by comparison to cooked onions. Cooked onions are like reverse ASMR to me. Biting into cooked onion is nails on a chalkboard. I hate it. It makes me feel bad. The feeling of my teeth crunching into cooked onions is indescribably awful to me. It makes anything I'm eating with them in it into an actively hostile experience that I must endure. They make the hair on the back of my neck stand up as if they exist purely to make me feel loathing.
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Originally Posted by J.R.R. Tolkien
There is only one bright spot and that is the growing habit of disgruntled men of dynamiting factories and power-stations; I hope that, encouraged now as ‘patriotism’, may remain a habit! But it won’t do any good, if it is not universal.
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