I know my onions

  • I know my onions
  • These are not onions
  • I am unsure and claiming that I know my onions may be boastful and inaccurate
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These do look like onions, but the fact you’re asking me whether or not they’re onions has made me think that this might be an optical illusion

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  • I know my onions
  • All onions are yellow what is this bewitchment
  • I am unsure and must concede that I may not know my onions as well as I previously thought
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Been making these a lot recently. Did them with white wine vinegar yesterday. Were lovely

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I only know two words in Norwegian. One is absolutely filthy, and the other is “løk” (which is Norweegee for onion).

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  • There is no goddamn way this is an onion
  • I know my onions
  • I am unsure and it could be some kind of mammal egg
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“That shallot” / “That’s your lot” is a hilarious pun. I bet @anon5266188 would agree.

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Red > Spring > Shallot > White

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Really intrigued by what you do to onions when you go to Norway, imo.

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I’m not sure we really want to know, tbh.

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I definitely agree. It’s one of the best things it’s possible to say.

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Sing it for my bulbous mates! Onions are the best.

Worth noting that you can harvest as much wild garlic as you like from common land as long as you don’t pull it up by the roots, because if you do that you’re destroying it and that’s illegal. I mean, kudos to the cop who finds me in a wooded glade with a bag of garlic and does me for it, but it’s good to know your rights

absolutely fucking love onions, all of them.

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This is daffodil bulbs.

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Scandalous (and poisonous)

I know my onions by knowing that they aren’t onions.

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Big fan of the French saying “take care of your onions” to mean “mind your own business”

What do you think is worse

  • Not liking onions
  • Being a famous chef and your wife won’t ever eat onions

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The smell of onions frying in butter is up there among the bestest smells

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I reckon not liking/not being able to eat onions would be the worst, because everyone (myself included) who are onion stans are like, “Hey, eat some onions mate,” and you have to patiently explain, “No, I can’t/don’t like them,” and then there’s so much perplexity