Simple tricks

When I was a kid,

my mom taught me

a simple trick,

so, I wouldn’t cry

when I

sliced an onion


Stop giving them names and personalities.


Just as I

had done

with my

very good friend,


Paul Onion.


Then, she taught

me a simple trick,

so, I wouldn’t cry

when I ate

cantaloupe slices


and, lo,

it was the same trick!

30 thoughts on “Simple tricks

    • I grew up on a farm near the kill floor of an onion plant, Pam, and it was not pretty. All the screaming, the endless screaming, and then the silence … that terrible, awful silence. Thanks for the comment, Pam.

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      • Watching the new Daniel Craig film The Glass Onion is probably not on your to see list with so much childhood trauma to reconcile. Onion rings, I can imagine are problematic when visiting Red Robin.

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    • Assuming the other was a honeydew then the cantaloupe made the right decision as both are from the same melon family. And that is plum wrong; a plum, by the way, is also from the melon family, but a distant relative, thus, is free to marry who he pleases. Thanks, David.

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  1. Farm mothers weaning their offspring off first-name relationships with the reproductive organs of produce, may lead to the heartbreak of fructophobia. There was a documentary exposing this issue, which is the main cause of the compulsion for some grownups to cry when slicing onions, but the critics threw rotten tomatoes at it.

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  2. I had a pet chicken once and named it Easter. It was an Easter chick and turned out to be a rooster that annoyed the neighbors. So we took it to my grandparents’ farm where my grandma cooked it for Sunday dinner. I was devastated when I found out later. Poor chick. Poor onion.

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