Chop suey, for crying out loud. Ratatouille, for the love of little green apples. Spaghetti and meat sauce, for the sake of me.
Onions are insidious. I hate them.
I can’t eat onions either. They make me sick, and I can tell when there’s even a bit of onions in stuff. I don’t much mind the taste, though I can’t stand raw onions. I’ve been avoiding them for years now and I’ve been much happier. Garlic can have the same reactions so I tend to avoid that as well. I do like garlic though so it sucks sometimes.
I can tolerate thinly-sliced raw onions, like on a salad or sandwich, but I absolutely despise cooked onions. I think onions on pizza is an abomination (and it ruins the pizza-- once onions have touched that baby, it’s forever tainted)
My boyfriend loves onions and puts them in everything and EVERY SINGLE TIME I tell him I hate onions, it’s like the first time: “How can you possibly hate ONIONS?”
I love onions. But then, I have no time to cook and eat a lot of sandwiches and Mexican food, so my diet would be even more boring if I didn’t put lots of onions in everything.
It’s all in how they’re prepared.
I love onions. Fresh, cooked, carmelized, you name it. I don’t like it overdone because it’s a sure source of heartburn for me, but I really think they add great flavor to a lot of foods.
Raw onions are horrid, but cooking them somehow transforms them into something wonderful.
I love onion rings. I love grilled onions on a big kosher dog at Comiskey Park. I love French Onion soup. I love carmelized onions in just about anything.
But if I happen to crunch into the tiniest bit of raw onion that has accidentially made its way onto my sandwich or salad, it just ruins the whole thing for me. I find the taste to be absolutely foul, and overpowering to the point that I can’t taste anything else for the rest of the meal. Blecch!
Crunchy macaroni and cheese should only get that way from a nicely browned topping of bread crumbs. It should not get that way from crunchy vegetables included in it. If you are a heathen who insists that you must include vegetables in your macaroni and cheese, they should be peas, which should not be crunchy.
The proper way, of course, would be to cook the peas separately. That way, those of us who want to eat our macaroni and cheese with no vegetables mixed in, as God clearly intended macaroni and cheese to be eaten, can do so. You heathens can mix everything up on your plate if you want to.
I hope I’m not the bearer of bad news, but Sox Park (okay, US Cellular Field) no longer has Best Kosher dogs (which were actually kosher). Sara Lee closed down the plant late last year. It’s Vienna beef now (which is still good, but kosher-style and, well, Best Kosher has been associated with the White Sox for quite a long time now.)
Raw onion is like styrofoam with some sort of smelly acid and gasoline spilled on it. Well cooked onion can be used as a spice if you don’t over do it.
Bell peppers are the work of the devil - like onions in that they taste awful and repeat for the next 24 hours with the exception that cooking them makes them taste and smell even worse.
I love onions raw or cooked.
Simplest of all onion recipes: Slowly caramelize sliced onions with a pinch of salt in a little vegetable oil until they’re mahogany brown and thick and sticky. Cool them and stir in a couple of squirts of good red wine vinegar. Voila, onion marmalade, and it’s good with just about anything in the world, especially as a condiment to go with grilled steak.
Sometimes onions are good. I love most any onion rings; particularly BK’s, but I’m not sure if those are actually onions. For the most part however, onions will get picked out of what ever I’m eating. Bell peppers usually get picked out too. Celery is just plain vile and will not be tolerated in any food. I’m not sure what it is about the crunch of these, but it is definitely not for me. Just the thought of crunching into onions or celery in potato, egg, or tuna salad, eta: or mac and cheese(wtf?), gives me cold shivers. And woe unto whoever might try and sneak sweet pickles in there; that’s a sure paddlin’.
Well-carmelized onions are wonderful, but after years of pain meds, my stomach can no longer handle any onions, garlic, etc. I still cook with them for mein Herr and family, but then I eat something else.
Mmm. We have a recipe for linguini cooked with Walla Walla onions and Irish cheddar. Vegetarian bliss.
The Soupy Sales show had a character named Onions Oregano. That’s my man. I remember the day I was able to reproduce the smothered onions I had on Howard Johnson burgers as a kid. Now I can have them any time. We have beans cooked to onion and bacon. Green onions on salads. We have onions in the garden, so we can pull them at the perfect size for salads.
I went to an Iranian restaurant once in La Jolla which served a gigantic, wonderful, onion as an appetizer. Excellent!
This thread reminded me of one of the most bizarre songs of my youth: I Love Onions by Susan Christie.
Same here. Especially green onions or whatever it is they put on fast-food hamburgers (especially McDonald’s). And lucky me, whenever I order a hamburger from McDonald’s or a burrito from Taco Bell, they always seem to accidentally get a piece or two of onion on there. I’ve had to learn to carefully examine every part of my burrito or burger before I start eating it, lest I suddenly eject the contents of my stomach when I arrive at the errant onion chunk.
I don’t mind onion salt or onion powder, but the texture and flavor of raw onions and onion chunks just makes me throw up.
Besides the whole “eat them like an apple” phenomenon that, frankly, seems insane, onion rings are about the only way I don’t like onions. I love them in everything else I’ve had, and any kind of savory sandwich is instantly made magnitudes more delicious by a half-inch slice of onion.
I have learned to like onions (cooked, only and in small pieces) over the years. I still don’t like them on burgers. To me, the drown out the flavor of everything else. I cannot imagine them in mac and cheese–blech. But it’s green or red peppers I despise–I can taste the merest hint of one in anything. It also drowns out any other flavor.
Thankfully, I love garlic. And my “ok-ness” with onions helps with most dishes. But I draw the line at peppers. It is a good thing I don’t like Mexican food in general–peppers would have ruined it for me, anyway. 
Most of the people who have died ate onions. George Bush likes onions. Adolph Hitler loved onions. Bin Laden eats them in his cave. He has them flown in. Saddam loved onions.