I was seven when I started helping my mother in the kitchen, I was seven the first time she asked me to peel an onion. “Isn’t that thing ready yet?” she kept saying but she was patient and waited; it was my first onion peel after all.

I’d been surprised and surprised again but carefully removed every single layer then I presented her with something about the size of a hazelnut.

She wasn’t pleased and the surprise of it all made her cranky I was already crying onion tears.  nancymauerman.com

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