It was dog food. Beef livers with onions in a can. You open it up and it looks like vomit.
Government is like an onion. To understand it, you have to peel through many different layers. Most outsiders never get beyond the first or second layer.
You cannot escape where you come from, September. Some part of it remains inside you always, like the slender white heart in the center of the thickest onion.
Over the years I've tweaked my stuffing recipe many times, adding a variety of ingredients like sauteed wild mushrooms, dried cherries, fresh chevre, toasted hazelnuts, chopped ham hock meat, and other taste treats.
Most folks call them green onions, but they're really scallions.
The universe is simmering down, like a giant stew left to cook for four billion years. Sooner or later we won’t be able to tell the carrots from the onions.
I have so many liver spots, I ought to come with a side of onions.
Ice Water? Get some Onions - that'll make your eyes water!
I cannot go to Montreal without going to Beauty's, my favorite place for breakfast, where I have the Mish-Mash omelet with hot dogs, salami, eggs, green peppers, and onions, and the best banana bread in the world. It's legendary!
I did a salad, but I didn't do a garden.
People are mostly layers of violence and tenderness wrapped like bulbs, and it is difficult to say what makes them onions or hyacinths.
The perfect breakfast is fish with grits and scrambled eggs with onions. I'm getting hungry thinking about that.
My headshot is a scratch and sniff, it smells like failure and onions.
Onions make me sad. A lot of people don't realize that.
At the start of each week, I generally cook a box of quinoa, and while it's simmering, I saute onions, garlic and any veggies I have on hand in a separate pan. I season the vegetables with Spike, a seasoning blend my mom always used when I was growing up, or a little Bragg Liquid Aminos. I always add crushed red pepper and chopped fresh herbs.
New rule: Tulips aren't flowers. They're some kind of gay onion.
Onion sauce! Onion Sauce!
If you like comedy, go home and curl up with Leviticus. The writers of The Onion are handed Leviticus on their first day.
...and yet could swear it was just then that I fell in love. It wasn't, of course, simply the onions -- it was the sudden sense of an individual woman, of a frankness that was so often later to make me happy and miserable.
Man is like an onion. His potential is exposed one layer at a time until all he is, is known by all.
So I went down the local supermarket, I said "I want to make a complaint, this vinegar's got lumps in it", he said "Those are pickled onions".
He says I'm a regular onion! I keep him busy peeling away the layers.
I belonged in Idle Valley like a pearl onion on a banana split.
It was for bringing the cook tulip-roots instead of onions.
The next day, she was silent. For breakfast, she murdered an onion and served it raw.
