I don’t love onions, but they sneak into everything — burgers, stir-fry, barbecue.
They’re never the star, but somehow they’re always present. I appreciate them in small amounts, but I also kind of wish they’d chill out sometimes.

A bite of onion feels like a reset — sharp, cool, and super crunchy.
It’s great when food feels too greasy or heavy. But the spiciness builds fast, and once I eat too much, it’s like: “Okay, that’s enough.”
The worst part? The aftertaste won’t leave no matter how hard I try.

I never grew up eating onions on their own. But somehow they’re always there — part of dishes I love, just not something I ever asked for.
They’ve been part of my meals forever, and yet I’ve never had a moment of thinking,“Wow, I’m really craving some onions.”

I never eat onion by itself, but it shows up in everything — burgers, stir-fry, grilled meat.
It’s great for cutting through greasy food, but I only eat a little.
Too much and it burns, and the smell sticks no matter how much I rinse.
So I only eat it when I’m alone or not seeing anyone soon.