So, I have been involved with the culinary arts, since a dozen year ago when I did start. By that I mean, I held a knife in my hand. And close to a flame, I did stand. So, it's been twelve years I've been chopping onions. And sure, there are kitchen hacks in the million. And I know I've tried them all. But, this vegetable is my downfall. This is one thing I absolutely dislike. Chopping onions like I'm on a depressant spike. With tears rolling down. My nose as red as a clown's. Yeah, I do the drill and that makes chopping relatively better. But, they like to latch on to my eyes, damn you sulphur! I despise this task assigned to me in front of anybody. Because it just makes me look like an amateur rookie. They say Shah Rukh Khan can cry on demand for a scene. I bet you, he's hiding a bunch of these in his trailer's canteen. If it makes me look like an inconsolable cry baby. I've got my money on - that's his secret, maybe! Today, I was making anda bhurji - pav. And happened to be chopping eight onions somehow. I really should have auditioned for a saas-bahu role. I tell you solemnly, I'd be assured on their payroll. Phew, so much for lost opportunities. Those onions treated my eyes brutally. It's just one of those things in the kitchen. I'll always feel like ditching. -RUELHA www.ruelha.com © Copyright Protected. All Rights Reserved.