Roy Blount, Jr.
They improve everything, pork chops to soup,
And not only that but each onion's a group.
Peel back the skin, delve into tissue
And see how an onion has been blessed with issue.
Every layer produces an ovum:
You think you've got three then you find you've got fovum.
Onion on on—
Ion on onion they run,
Each but the smallest one some onion's mother:
An onion comprises a half-dozen other.
In sum then an onion you could say is less
Than the sum of its parts.
But then I like things that more are than profess—
In food and the arts.
Things pungent, not tony.
I'll take Damon Runyon
Who if an i wanders becomes Anti-onion.
Although a baloney sandwich would
Right now, with onions, be right good.
And so would sliced onions,
Chewed with cheese,
Or onions chopped and sprinkled
Over black-eyed peas:
absorbent of essences,
eaten on New Year's Eve
We're having onions tonight, in Chicken Tikka Masala. The house smells marvelous - I dumped everything into the crockpot this morning, and Abe plugged it in at 10:00.
Spinning: nothing to report
Knitting: Cast on and began knitting a pair of vanilla socks using Nightfall yarn from FibroFibers. Sky blue darkening to black. The yarn is a joy to knit with, and with size 1 1/2 Signature Needles, the sock is flying along. No picture yet, but here is the yarn:
Exercise: Weights for 30 minutes; bicycling for 20. Didn't want to, AT ALL, as I didn't get home until 6:00, but Abe "encouraged" me to suck it up.