Onions and Onion Rings

“We’d also like an order of onion rings,” my husband told the waitress.

“But mommy, you don’t like onions,” my almost-eight-year-old turned and said to me.

Instantly, I was taken back to having dinner with friends almost 12 years ago.

“What would you like?” asked the waitress.

“A such-and-such sandwich. Please make sure there are no onions,” I answered.

“And what would you like?” she asked my husband.

“A such-and-such sandwich. And no onions please,” he answered.

“Would you like an appetizer?” she asked.

“Onion rings,” we responded jointly.

Giggles came from our friends at the table. The waitress stifled a chuckle.

“What?” I asked our friends.

“Oh. No onions but onion rings. Yeah, we don’t quite understand that either,” I answered with a smile.

I don’t like onions.

I like onion rings.

I’m attempting to take part in the “The Fifth Annual Slice of Life Story Challenge” through the month of March. The challenge is run by Two Writing Teachers.

7 thoughts on “Onions and Onion Rings

  1. says:

    I’ve never been a huge fan of onions either. But, there’s something good about onion rings to me too. Must be all that deep frying! 🙂

  2. says:

    Love it! I used to be a “hold the onions, but extra onion rings!” kinda person, too 🙂 Somehow that swapped, and now I like onions, but not onion rings!!

  3. Maria says:

    I love how you bring the memory back and tie it in. I read this at work yesterday and forgot to come back and comment!

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