(Pittish, but figured it’d come here sooner or later.)
I hate almost everything about onion. I hate its taste. I hate its texture. I hate almost cutting myself chopping one up because of tears.
But most of all, I hate its ubiquitousness. Alton Brown, whom I otherwise respect, puts it in baked MACARONI AND CHEESE. How do these two things go together? Macaroni and cheese should not, not, NOT be crunchy!!!
Phew. I feel better now. Am I alone here, or are there other souls like me out there?
I can’t imagine not liking onion. I eat it all the time, in all sorts of things. It amazes me when people say they don’t like it … I might as well say I don’t like air.
Alton Brown simmers the onions for 10 minutes, then bakes the whole thing at 350 for 30 minutes. There is no way the onions in that casserole would be crunchy if you followed his recipe correctly. In fact, when I’ve made it, the onions were pretty much dissolved into the macaroni and cheese.
I’m an onion-hater too. My husband loves onions. You see my dilemma.
I found a great onion-chopping tip, though. Stick it in the fridge or freezer for maybe 10-15 minutes before chopping. It seriously works; I use the freezer method.
I don’t mind it if it’s been practically pureed and cooked in with a lot of other savory foods, like in Indian food. But I do not want to taste the stuff on its own. It’s so freaking sulfurous, I don’t understand what people like about that flavor.
Yo. Macaroni and cheese should contain two ingredients: (1) macaroni and (2) cheese (sauce). Not onions!! (And I’m with you on the crunchy thing; I don’t like onions or even celery in potato salad, tuna salad, etc.)
I’m not a fan. I’ll grudgingly eat onion rings if they’re not too thick. I don’t mind onion chopped up fine in soups and sauces; I don’t mind the flavor so much (I love Funyuns, onion dip, etc.). But I don’t like them raw and crunchy or in big cooked, slimy strings or chunks. Yuck.
I’m a real pill when it comes to eating pizza with a group because I’m not fond of most typical pizza veggies: onions, mushrooms, green peppers . . . I just tell them to get what they’re going to get and I’ll pick at mine. Once in a great while I find another bacon-and-pineapple fan, or sometimes spinach/tomato/black olives.
When I do need to cut up an onion, I just quarter it and whiz it in the food processor. I heart my food processor. 
It seems every other recipe begins “slice and saute onion in oil/butter”. The only thing I have against onions is, the house just reeks for days after I cook even the smallest amount, and have all the windows open from morning till afternoon.
For people who don’t like chopping them, grocery stores sell pre-chopped onion in the frozen foods section. For people who don’t mind the taste but don’t actually like biting down on them, often the onion chunks can be pureed with a little sauce or liquid, with a mini-processor or immersion blender.
I do not like onion. If it is cut small and put in chlie or spaghetti, it is tolerable. But if the chunks are too big, it screws up everything. I prefer to use onion salt or flavoring if I have to put it in.
I hate onions with an undying passion. My mom used to cook with them all the time (since I moved out I don’t have to deal with it) and my eyes would be fine while she were cooking, but three hours later they would sting like the dickens. It got to he point where if she didn’t put them away and I cleaned the kit hen the next day, they were getting tossed.
When I was in 4th grade, I used to ask for onion and butter sandwiches to take to school for lunch.
No wonder I didn’t have many friends. :rolleyes:
Onions are the worst.
Onions are the best!
I’ll eat onion on anything. Love them.
Ugh. Onions. Yecchhh. Two things are worse: Green peppers and liver.
In a previous thread, I stated that garlic is nature’s cologne.
Onions are bar soap.
Yep, couldn’t live without 'em. It seems half my recipes start with some form of pork fat and onions. That’s my Eastern European upbringing speaking.
I thought onion was so disgusting until November 2008. A friend’s wife makes THE best chicken enchiladas, and this time she put chopped onions in them. I decided to choke it down, but all of a sudden, my taste buds loved them, who knows how long they loved them since the last time I ate them was around year eleven, but oh my god!!! I now like them raw, red onions go on every burger and sandwich, grilled onions get fought over with fajitas, it even smells good to cut them. Oh, and a neighbor has scallions growing everywhere, so nice smelling, I just want to grab a chunk.
So yeah. I hated onions until I loved them. Keep on trying them, see what happens.
Whew! I thought you were pitting The Onion. I was afraid it might have gone downhill. Since they have (for now) lifted web filters at work I hope to have more time to read it again.
Since we are talking about the onions you eat, I’ll chime in and say that I can handle them in moderation and don’t mind having them on my cheeseburger. It seems, though, that a lot of people don’t like onions. When I worked at Burger King, onions were the one condiment most often requested to be left off of a Whopper.
Anyone else familiar with this little ditty?
I don’t like snails or toads or frogs
Or strange things living under logs
But mmm, I love onions!
Onions, onions, la-la-la!
Onions, onions, ha-ha-ha!
Root doot doot-doot, doot doot doot!
*
Leaper, you’re dead to me.
I *can’t stand *onions! If I accidentally eat some, I get the feeling that I’m catching a cold. However, if onions are finely chopped up and cooked down to a soft clear pulp, I can somewhat tolerate them. Of course, if you’re going to do that, there’s probably not much point in adding them to the recipe. A little bit of onion flakes or onion powder does not bother me too much either.
The odd thing is I love Mexican and Italian food–two cuisines where onions figure prominently. Also, I don’t have a problem with–and rather like–things like garlic and hot peppers.
Yes. And thank you for putting that ear worm back in my head. It will probably take a week for it to completely dissipate.
Not really. You could always tell him to make his own damned dinner. Wife doesn’t like hot sauce. I consider it a food group. Solution: She cooks bland, Welsh-inspired cuisine while claiming to be a great chef. I hit it with salt, pepper*, and Tabasco, then agree with her.
I worked with her father, a Polack, who put hot peppers on all of his lunch. Perhaps he was trying to harden her palate for REAL food.
When I was 4 my oldest brother tried the “Open your mouth and close your eyes, and you will get a great surprise,” trick on me. I was young and stupid and couldn’t imagine that one of my brothers would be mean to me. He poured Worcestershire sauce down my throat. Killed the taste of pickled anchovies for me for a few years, but I got over it. Did NOT get over the negative effects of trusting my older brothers, especially when they pushed me into a closet and tossed in Grandpa’s WWI-vintage hand grenade for company. One’s dead and I only miss him somewhat. The other’s alive and I have to pretend to miss him when he calls. Like his wife and kids more than just fine, though, and he comes across as so needy, it’s hard not to let bygones be bygones.
So yeah, I forgot the question. (looking at previous posts) Onions? Some people don’t like ONIONS? Poor, sweet, innocuous ONIONS? I’d weep for you, if it didn’t mean more onions for me.