This morning, the onions made me cry. They were large brown skin covered onions. The kind you find readily at any supermarket or vegetable seller. Sometimes i buy the large white ones and sometimes the red ones.
The smell of sauteed onions with tomatoes is to me divine. Just the right piece of heaven sent.
It's a clear morning, bright, blue sky. Chopping along my merry way, thinking of nothing but breakfast, including coffee of course. Half way through i could only hear the soft crunch of the chopper wading through them.
I have aprons but i never wear them. I choose instead to wipe my tears away on the sleeve of my tee shirt. And continue chopping away. No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife. Some of the onions went into a tuna sandwich.
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You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).
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Welcome to Monday WRites #307: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.
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Mosaic Monday: #139: The Garden Explosion
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prompted to use the lines No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife in a prose using not more than 144 words
