I hate onions, especially raw onions, sometimes on burgers. The only redeeming factor is that they can easily be removed and tossed in the trash we’re they belong. I don’t mind the flavor they give the dish but I just don’t like the texture. If the onions are cooked until they soften then I can deal with them as long as they are cut into small pieces, minuscule.
I’ve met people who love onions, absolutely love them. I am not that person, of course you already know that now that you’ve read this far.
I like pickles. I like them on sandwiches or on the side. My friend John hates them as much as I hate onions. But despite this difference we remain friends. It’s pretty unusual in this day and age with our drastic difference in food preferences that we can still be friends. That may seem like a silly comment, but the truth is there are less significant differences that have driven people apart.
Wouldn’t it be great if we could ignore our differences and focus on the positive things in others. “Just Saying . . .?”
I’ve met people who love onions, absolutely love them. I am not that person, of course you already know that now that you’ve read this far.
I like pickles. I like them on sandwiches or on the side. My friend John hates them as much as I hate onions. But despite this difference we remain friends. It’s pretty unusual in this day and age with our drastic difference in food preferences that we can still be friends. That may seem like a silly comment, but the truth is there are less significant differences that have driven people apart.
Wouldn’t it be great if we could ignore our differences and focus on the positive things in others. “Just Saying . . .?”
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