Are you serious...laughing

My husband Bruce finally found the perfect kitchen gadget to stop the waterfall of tears when cutting onions. 
He has tried all the tricks...

Have a fan blow the air away from you,  unfortunately he blow his recipe all over the kitchen I was finding bites of herbs behind things for months...

Dunk the onion in cold water for 20 minutes first...at one point he had a garbage can liner filled with water and he was bobbing for onions, and the floor started looking alike a child's wading pool.

Cut really, really quickly, since he was not a trained chef...cutting really quickly was a recipe for a emergency room visit while I held a few of his finger tips. 

Chop near a flame...the last time Bruce got near open flames was at a New Years Eve Party many years ago and lite his hair on fire...Nope didn't think it was a wise choice.

Use a super-sharp knife...Yes, he tried this and he emptied my band aid box.  Thankfully he still has all his fingers!!!     

 When I first came around the corner into the kitchen, I nearly fell over laughing...I ran to grab my camera because I couldn't believe what he was wearing.

 Bruce rocks the goggles!!!

It's nice to have a male sense of humour in my kitchen, next up his is bringing in the air compressor for the crispy chicken skin candy!!!!

Grow, Harvest, Cook, Eat...and laughing uncontrollably

Jenn

Bruce Blogs: The Whys and Wherefores of Catchup

The Possum Lodge Bulleit Bourbon Catchup is joining the Duct Tape Salsa on the garden stand today and they are fitting companions. Both are seriously too much tomato and seriously how can I eat this after consuming just those wimpy supermarket jars all my life. The Catchup in particular reminds me of eating my first boeuf bourguignon in Paris; every spoonful was like eating 5 cows, far too much taste to have in the mouth at one time. And oh yeah, I left the wooden spoon standing  vertical in the centre of the pot last night; if had not shifted this morning.

So those who are willing can come and get some and suffer wondering how can they go back to those wimpy supermarket jars after consuming Possum Lodge.

If you don't grow up by middle-age, you don't have to.
Getting younger by the day

Bruce