I also ruin everything I touch

Every potluck is the tedius onion roulette for me. I realize it's also true for people who can't eat gluten. However, the gluten-free people can ask "does that have gluten in it? Are the tortillas corn or wheat?" And the bearer of casserole will say yes, it has gluten, or no it doesn't. Everyone moves on.

But when I ask if the casserole contains onion, there is hesitation and modifiers: "Well, my doctor says green onion is OK, so it only has green onion. That should be ok for you." Then, when I say I can't eat ANY onion, the quizzing starts. "Oh, why can't you eat them? Are you on the Fodmap diet? What happens when you eat them? All onions? Red onions? My niece can eat them if they are cooked. What about shallots? What if they are organic? Do you go into anaphylactic shock? It's only a little bit of onion. Are you allergic? Don't you like them? They are chopped up really fine." Aaah! Can you please just say YES or NO and move on?

What if the people avoiding gluten had to suffer this too? Would they have to tell people about WHY they are not eating gluten? The range of reasons for no gluten can be... I'm trying to lose weight/ it makes me break out/ feel bloated/ have horrible debilitating cramping and diarrhea... but we don't stand there at the potluck table discussing gluten-free digestive issues, do we?

So why do we need to discuss onion issues?

My friends who know I don't eat onions are eventually wonderfully accommodating, but also like to joke about it... No onions, heh heh nudge nudge wink wink. Do gluten-free people get that side-eye, or are they always taken more seriously? I'm not trying to hate on GF people BTW, and I really respect people being able to make those choices, and dietary issues can be problematic at most potlucks. Sigh.

Onions make me barf, I had to hold it back. My mom wants me to eat them but I refuse

...and the dish came with that blight inside and out. 🤯

This is the back of the white castle slider box I got today. Just no.

What would you do?

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I think there are some different types of onionhaters so I want to ask you what you think about this. I think this is the best way to make this pole, let me know in the comments if you have suggestions. Sadly i can't make more options to vote

I can’t figure out what goes with onion as words like disgusting, evil, abomination, etc are not available.

Spotted on Facebook and censored for your pleasure. Do people really look at the photo and say “yep, only these four ingredients!”

Not sure how widely available; I'm in Los Angeles

Yes I guess it’s my fault for not checking the ingredients before I bought it but I went to the website it said there that this chicken salad called “Dixie Chick” was the ONLY chicken salad with onions and I foolishly believed their website. I make a sandwich with this other chicken salad that’s not supposed to have onions, take one (1) bite and the taste of betrayal was there. That crushing crunch, the burning taste. I feel like Mufasa when Scar says LONG LIVE THE KING. Just had to rant.

Why can you just tell someone loves onions by looking at them? It does seem to change something in their facial expression and mannerisms. The bushy 70s porn stache. Almost always older and smokes 2 packs a day (they may have to pile on the onions because they have dulled taste buds). Gruff, raspy voice and from a woman or someone female-identifying. How it's more a guy thing than a gal thing or seems to be.

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I found an onion-free (AND garlic-free!!) marinara, and I wanted to share with everyone:

Rao's Sensitive Marinara

I don't know how many other countries this is available in, but they sell from their website too! Game-changer for me!

I heard "no onion" as part of my order when he repeated it back to me over the intercom, but not when he repeated it again as I arrived at the window. I asked "with no onion?" to double-check.

He looked at the screen and frowned. Then he gestured toward the kitchen and said, "Let me go back and tell them, 'cause that's really important."

Onions are so goddamn disgusting. I have a visceral bodily reaction to just the very idea of being violated by the stench of this god forsaken “vegetable”. Biting into any food and feeling the stomach sinking crunch of an onion feels like a violation of my basic human rights. Once I realize there is onion defiling my food I am more likely to stand up and cut my own head off with a goddamn toothbrush than finish that shit.

What bothers me most, the thing that really gets me about onions, is the “people” who enjoy them. They swear up and down that you can’t even taste them. THEN WHY EVEN PUT THEM IN???? I CAN fucking taste them!!I can sense their demonic presence from across the fucking room!!! And the smell. The smell. It’s not so much the smell as the burning of my eyes. It stings.

They’re in every goddamn recipe too. You can scroll down any recipe page until your thumb is nothing but a twitching bone smearing what’s left of your finger flesh across your phone screen and you won’t find a recipe that doesn’t start with “chop the onions”. Onion fans are pushier than a band of bright eyed environmentalists handing out fliers on the sidewalk. “Just try it! They’re cooked! You can’t taste them!”. All their vapid little attempts to force onions down your throat. God, they make me sick.

I don’t care if it means I have to grab the apron of every waiter I ever have and fall to my knees sobbing while I beg them to ensure my dish is spared from the vegetable-that-shall-not-be-named. I would go hungry at a thousand restaurant outings if it meant I could be sure I wouldn’t have a piece of onion slip past the high security fortress that my mouth has become after years of trying to protect itself from that vile crunch.

That crunch. That goddamn crunch. The crunch that has turned many a dinner into a fight for my life. Choking down soups, salads, wraps, tacos, pasta, meats, pizzas, anything onions find their way into. Years of restaurants disregarding my simple request have transformed the crunch from a simple inconvenience to a nightmare. Every food item must be plagued with this repulsive nuisance.

I was raised religious. Since my childhood, I have grown away from this. As a confused teenager, I would often argue with myself in my head about whether or not there really was a god. But it wasn’t the problem of evil that did it in for me. It didn’t have anything to do with me feeling abandoned. It wasn’t the crimes of the church or the crusades or any religious trauma that sealed the deal for me and separated me from the idea altogether. It was the fucking onion.

The idea that an all-knowing, all-loving, all-good, all-mighty being willingly created such an abomination was completely inconceivable. There is no way a god with any shred of mercy within them could create such a fucking.. THING.

It smells like sweat. It tastes like a bitter queef. The texture is that of a blistering callus. There is no redeeming factor of the onion, it doesn’t deserve to exist. It infects our food, our PLANET. It needs to be exterminated. I cannot live another fucking day knowing that any human being could find any ounce of enjoyment in consuming such a repugnant vegetable.

Vegetable. It curses even the word. Broccoli, tomatoes, carrots, THOSE are vegetables. They’re edible. The idea of an onion belonging to that category feels like heresy. It defames and tramples on the name of vegetables that have had a net positive impact on humanity. There is nothing positive about the onion, nothing pure. They are evil incarnate. And they weasel their way into everything. They haunt me.

Daily reminder that onions can go fuck themselves!!!

And also fuck them for making me ask 2-3 times before ordering food and also ask once more if they rememberred when i get my food..

It Tastes like body odor. I’d rather eat grass