So like Never Forget when my mother-in-law sent us to a class with a professional chef, who was trying to teach us how to cut onions properly. And he kept talking about the “top” of the onion and pointing to where the roots come out. And the whole class was like… giving all these furtive looks. Like this was a Professional Chef… did he know something about onions we didn’t?

Turns out no. He just… didn’t know how fucking onions work.

Like yeah I learned stuff in the class I still use, and we went back to a few more and they were always great, but. Fuck.

Onions, man. Onions.