I just ate something delightful.
An onion.
No, really. I was making a sandwich and wanted to add onion to it. I had a leftover red one I'd bought for my tuna pasta salad. But how many weeks ago was that? The little bit left was looking a little pathetic, so I tossed it and sliced the new Vidalia onion I'd just picked up a couple of days ago. Normally, I buy and enjoy the sweet goodness of those all summer long when they're plentiful in the stores here, but for some reason this year that just didn't happen. So it had been a while since I'd had one.
Oh man. Delicious. I love all onions, but there's nothing like being able to take a bite of something liberally loaded with Vidalia, and chomp on that goodness without breathing fire. Yeah, it's still onion and you need to cleanse your breath, but what a different and lovely experience.