Lay Lines by Carol Lay for January 08, 2024

What, she never ate Bob before?

It’s okay, the onions are already dead.

My father hates onions passionately, and, as a matter of fact, his name is Bob.

It was a highlight of my life when I managed to get him a T-shirt from the Weslaco (Texas) Onion Festival.

Heck, I’d spend my widowhood eating all the onions I wanted.

One of my old colleagues is married to a lady with a severe onion allergy, enough so that if he ate anything with onion or related vegetables in it and kissed her within about 48 hours, it could put her into shock or even kill her.

I had to ensure this was taken into account when planning catering for meetings where he would attend (and indeed for my own wedding reception which they both came to).

He told us a story of being in a restaurant where the starter included a lot of onion (despite having been warned), so he couldn’t accept it. The waiter was very apologetic and said they would provide a substitute.

The waiter came back a few minutes later with a nicely presented potato soup…

… tastefully decorated with a sprinkling of chives.

Welcome back, Carol. Hope all is well.

Be careful what you wish for. Some people never learn.

A stinky marriage.

Fun fact: Julia Child’s husband hated onions and wouldn’t let her cook with them at home.

This is very sad. I like it.

Poor Sarah. Her husband died from being a jerk, not because she cursed him. Eat all the onions, Sarah!

We have Bob the squirrel and now Bob the onion. I sense a trend.

hilarious