The Onion Cure

My grandfather believed that you could cure a cold with a good onion sandwich. He lived to 93 or thereabouts; maybe the onion was more efficacious than he knew. Why not?

Butter some bread and sprinkle sugar on it, then pile on thick silces of onion so strong your eyes water just reading this sentence.

Eat it up! You'll feel better!

Maybe that's what I need.

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Let's say you have had a lovely night of tango and wake up the next morning to malaise.

Midmorning, you skip out to the little bakery near the office, order an egg and dry toast. It is a good breakfast and the owner, who runs the place, is a nice person. You fasted on Sunday, but now it is Monday and you danced for nearly 6 hours between practica and class and the wedding party last night.

You should eat.

Sigh.

It is just too much. Much better to look out the window and watch the cars pull in and then pull away.

After a while, you poke the toast, even touch it to your lips, but biting into it seems the most effort-full, uninteresting thing in the world to do.

The coffee is terrific, however. Near the refills station, someone has left a newspaper. Your eye falls on the headlines:

"National Endowment for the Arts Funds Construction of $1.3 Billion Poem"

"Brave Mountain Lion Fends Off Group of Hikers"

:)

My these eggs are tasty!

Where's the butter and jam?

How can a mood turn on a dime?

The Onion. Good for what ails you.