I like onions at certain times, but usually despise them.
What I despise most is when I go to some grillout and brosef is all excited because he made the patties with onions inside of the meat, mixed in. ughhh… i’m like oh wow thanks!
internally hating it though
then just have to smother with more ketchup and brown mustard
dislike raw chopped onion in salads. not my thing. I usually just suck it up and eat them if waitress forgets (prob would keep clothes on)
also dislike when random friend cooking breakfast decides to throw onions in scrambled egg mix without telling me (worth taking clothes off to protest)
slow fried yellow onions with salt and pepper are the tits. there’s a place near me that only serves burgers and dogs. the kind of place with sawdust on the floor. if you don’t know how to order you get the stink eye. famous for their fried onions on burgers, mmmmmm mmmm good.