I bought this onion at a street market in Spanish Harlem. No one there spoke English and I threw off a few people when I spoke to them in Spanish. I thought it was so pretty every time I opened my fridge.
A wise man once said, "Life is like an onion, you peel it off one layer at a time and sometimes you weep." Although I'd like to say something profound about that, I have to admit onions always remind me of Shrek.( Shrek: Ogres are like onions. Donkey: They both smell? Shrek: NO! They have LAYERS. There's more to us underneath.)
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