Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time and sometimes you weep.

To this day I hate walnuts and I hate onions because on weekends when the walnuts and onions were in season we were out there first thing in the morning and out there until the sun went down topping onions or picking walnuts.

How like herrings and onions our vices are in the morning after we have committed them.

My mother was making $135 a week but she had resilience and imagination. She might take frozen vegetables cook them with garlic onion and Spam and it would taste like a four-star dinner.

The thing about being at home versus being out in the world working is it's a whole different vibe. When I'm home with my kids and partner I will cook - even though she's a very good cook. She's learned over the years. We started with basics you know how to saute onions how to saute mushrooms.

It was dog food. Beef livers with onions in a can. You open it up and it looks like vomit.

We would load up the yellow Cutlass Supreme station wagon and pick blackberries during blackberry season or spring onions during spring onion season. For us food was part of the fabric of our day.

Happy is said to be the family which can eat onions together. They are for the time being separate from the world and have a harmony of aspiration.

Onion rings in the car cushions do not improve with time.

I cannot go to Montreal without going to Beauty's my favorite place for breakfast where I have the Mish-Mash omelet with hot dogs salami eggs green peppers and onions and the best banana bread in the world. It's legendary!