There’s no use trying to convince someone he likes something of which he doesn’t like the flavor. Due to genetics, people taste things differently- anyone remember the phenylthiourea (PTC) paper you tried in biology class?
Anyway, onions aren’t the real offender in today’s culinary world- the vile weed cilantro is.
Pah on supertasters! Cilantro is marvelous. It and basil are always growing in my container garden.
Not only this, but onions revive dead threads.
Know what is frightening? Before I noticed this was a zombie thread, I composed a post in my head which was almost identical to this one from a year ago. :eek:
When I was young, I didn’t care for raw onion, only rings or grilled. Nowadays I do like raw onion.
Onions are a GRED trigger for me. But the further away from raw they get, the more I can tolerate them. Raw, they are just nasty. Like ashtray-licking nasty. I would no sooner bite into a raw onion than I would a cactus.
Cooked down, caramelized or otherwise tamed, they can impart a minor improvement in some dishes so I’m not ready to propose banning them just yet.
I hate green bell peppers too. They taste like angry, bitter, unripe versions of the sweeter, tangier red, yellow and orange bell peppers.
Mushrooms are on my “what’s the point?” list. They have no flavor at all and my brain objects to things going into my mouth that are undetectable by my taste buds. Like the 'shrooms in Thai coconut milk soup. Overall it’s a delicious soup and I’ll eat the mushrooms but every single one I bite into evokes a “why the hell did we just eat that?” response from taste bud central control.
Raw onions don’t much agree with me unless they are fairly mild or sweet. On the other hand, life without gently-cooked onions of any description wouldn’t really be worth living.
I don’t have a specific recipe at hand, but baked onions are awesome. Take a sweet onion like a Vidalia, lop off the top 1/4, drizzle with Balsamic vinegar, sprinkle on some salt, top with a pat of butter, and bake until thoroughly soft.
Heaven.
I love everything about onions. Onions go with everything except for sweets and cake. Speghetti, chili, soup, meats, salads, hamburgers, pizza, Chinese food, Mexican food. Onions rings?
I love the taste. Some are too “hot” for me, but I love it. Sometimes cutting up an onion causes this sensation with the eyes. It’s just a chemical. Onion in macaroni and cheese. Sure, why not? Why not put my other favorite vegetable bell pepper in it?
Now, I wouldn’t eat a raw onion like an apple, and I think that Blooming Onion thing at Outback Grill tastes like shit.
I may be the person on earth that hates onions the most. I despise onions. I cannot eat anything with onions in or on it. If someone tells me it’s got onions in it, I won’t eat it. I loathe those people who try to tell me “You can’t even taste the onion in it”. Oh, I can, believe me. My taste buds hate onions so much, it can detect even the smallest flake mixed into a pot. I can’t even eat anything if onions were on it and were taken or picked off because it leaves a horrible aftertaste that ruins the rest of the food. I gag when I get one in my mouth and nearly throw up if I swallow one. I cannot fathom how on earth people eat such a disgusting-tasting food. It is purely the most vile thing I have ever tasted on the face of this planet. It doesn’t matter how it’s presented either…raw, cooked, minced in food, caramelized…it’s freaking disgusting any way it’s made and I will forever dislike this putrid food.
So throw me in with those who cannot, even if I wanted to, eat onions. I retch uncontrollably at the foul taste of one.
And this is coming from someone who isn’t a picky eater at all. Onions, saurkraut, and radishes are the only vegetables I dislike.
Onions used to be on my “Oh, that’s so fucking gross” list – along with a ridiculous amount of other foods. Then a couple of years ago I decided that I had formed all these dislikes in my teens, and that perhaps the late-30’s me might have different tastes.
Now you can gimme onions on anything. Burger with onions? Hell yeah. Sausage (another one from the list) slathered in peppers (ditto) and onions? Hit me. Fuck it…I’ll try a bowl Cap’n Crunch with onions if you put it in front of me.
Mrs. SMV is an onion-hater as well. Me, I don’t love them, but I like them. She is a bit of a Nazi about onions on her pizza, so I haven’t had my favorite sausage and onion pizza since we started dating five years ago.
She’s also a huge Outlander fan, so I’m enjoying the irony of Claire Beauchamp’s post.
My grandmother had an amazing dish - a layer of sliced potato, a layer of sliced onion, a pat of butter, another layer of potatoes, onion and butter, topped with hamburger patties, then baked. The juice from the burgers would percolate down into the potatoes and onions, creating a mishmash of potato-y, oniony, beefy goodness.