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Monday, March 5, 2012
Arrange several slices of a raw sweet onion and one slice of cheese in between two piece of bread which have been smeared with really good mayonnaise, and you'll have an onion sandwich. As a kid I use to eat onions and white bread and mayonnaise with my Granny. The taste and smell of food is such a powerful time machine. When I crunch into this sandwich I think of my Granny.
Today I only eat this sandwich when my husband is out of town. Eating onions and puffing on cigars create a raunchy smell in my mouth, which takes a few days to vanish. It hurts my feelings when my husband avoids me because of onions and cigars, which means I have to plan my stinky habits around my husband's long term assignments.