Tinfoil Chef

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One of the things I’ve always wondered about is so-called “pearl onions”. Normally I love onions of all kinds but I have to make an exception here for these little beggars. Especially aggravating is the fact that when you get pre-packaged stew vegetable mix you can almost always count on opening the bag and looking in there to see, not Tahitian pearls, but pearl onions.

Why don’t I like ‘em? Honestly, it’s got almost nothing to do with taste. Onions and onion flavor has been a favorite of mine since forever. The problem with pearl onions however is the simple fact that they’re tossed in pretty much whole.

This makes them difficult to handle, nearly impossible to cut once they hit the plate and so on. There’s no way I’m going to hunt the things down before they go into the pot and make sure they all get cut. Instead I prefer to find veggie mixes that don’t include them and just dice up an onion or two myself and throw them in.

Besides, that way I get to choose what kind and if possible, I’ll opt for Vidalia or other “sweet” onion anytime.

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Once upon a time I wasn’t anywhere close to overweight. My 6 foot 3 inch frame used to tip the scales at around 175 or so for a long time. I was actually able to stand sideways beside a telephone pole and not be seen from across the street. Ok maybe that was a little bit of an exaggeration but not too much but I did look like the “after” picture in tv ads for weight loss pills. Then later on I averaged around 190 to 210 or so for several years.

Then came the fateful day in when I started working in a pizza delivery job. Oh, things didn’t change right away but I had (and still have honestly) a weakness for pizza. I’m always ready to have some. Over the first two year stint I did delivering pizza I managed to put away a LOT of the stuff.

Now it’s years later and I still love a good pizza but at now I don’t eat it every day and I suppose that’s a good thing. The one hazard of delivering pizza or any job in a pizza place is in over enjoying the easy access to the food. It may be a long time before I can hide behind a telephone pole again.

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