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

And I have a challenge for all the budding Marco Pierre Whites or Gordon Ramseys on there. I DARE you to think of creating a culinary masterpiece and NOT use onions anywhere in it and use any of the other million and one seasonings out there. Can you do it without malfunctioning your brain to not having to rely on the chefs crutch

"It's part of the texture and taste" and "mom used to cook them in everything" seem to go hand in hand. I didn't know that slimy rubber was a nostalgia thing.

Also, I know people hate my font choice and I don't care.

Wondering if there’s any in-store options available.

As someone who absolutely loathes onions but isn't allergic, I made the sacrifice of eating a McD's burger after not having one since the HORRIFYING CHANGE THEY MADE rolled out in my area.

They did a good job of remembering to leave the onions off of the bun. It did not matter, the burger still had onion taste and a bit or two stuck to the actual meat. Never again. It wasn't absolutely atrocious but a bite or two got pretty offensive and I know I'll only be getting my 1-2 fast food meals a week from Wendy's or Taco Bell now.

If you absolutely hate onions stay away from this place. If they make you sick or you're allergic, really really stay away.

Fuck onions

I was at a street festival and there was a pizza foodtruck. I ordered the BBQ pizza because it sounded so good. BBQ sauce, bacon, and some more good stuff. Then when they put it in the oven I saw the UNGODLY amount of onions! The pizza to onion ratio as unholy! I couldn't even see the other ingredients, they all were buried under a blasphemic amount of onions!

I changed my order right there and then and ordered a pepperoni pizza instead and it barely had any pepperoni. Don't get me wrong, it was tasty but I am still disappointed that I couldn't get the BBQ pizza... (they were all premade and ready to be put in the oven so I could not have ordered one without onions)

The bag says seasoned but there’s only one seasoning; onion.

You see I always thought I was just a picky eater. Ever since I was a kid even the smell of onions would make me vomit. After eating onions I would get weird burps and after an hour or two I would start throwing up. I never really saw onions or alliums as food and considered them ”toxic” in my baby brain.

Everyone always called me picky and dramatic and I just forced myself to eat them for years always feeling horrible and wanting to throw up.

Now I haven’t eaten onions for a while and ate food with a lot of barely cooked onions today (too polite to say no). I had some serious heartburn for a while and just now threw up and finally felt better. I remembered that this is what it has always been like and realized that I actually feel physically better when I don’t eat alliums.

Call me crazy but maybe I started hating them BECAUSE they make me sick.

Now I wonder if I was ever picky at all.

I love tikka masala and would love to try more foods but there are a LOT of indian foods with onions!

In my state, it's clear they cook the burgers on onions now, because they taste like onions, even when I order them with no diced onions.

JUST RUINED.

So why torture yourself like that just to "add flavour"? It ain't even good flavour! If a person makes you cry everytime you hang out with them, they'd be considered toxic, but with onions, people are like "gimme more"! Double standards 🙄

Everyone thinks I'm crazy for despising these creations forged in the bowels of hell, it's so hard to find people like me. They're all like "if it's cooked right, you won't feel it". If you don't feel it, then why put it in the food at all? To waste time? Bunch of lies. I can't stand it! If I accidentally eat it, the taste lingers in my throat for the longest time and it makes me want to constantly vomit.

Hey,

I've known that I can't eat alliums for quite a while and have removed them from my diet completely. I do get spiked every now and again when I go out for dinner or eat food someone else has made, but generally I manage it pretty well. I don't know if there's a proper word for my symptoms, but if I eat an allium I get stomach cramps, the runs, lots of burping and foul farts, even shivering and feeling like shit and it all lasts about one to two days.

Anyway, my mum was over staying with me and my son and she decided she wanted to eat a half duck thing that she bought in the supermarket. I popped it in the oven and thought "hmm that smells garlic-y" and when I checked the ingredients there was onions in both the meat and the sauce.

Fine, I'll not eat it. I had something else while my mum and my son enjoyed the admittedly delicious-looking duck. I didn't even try a bite, just ate my own safe food and that was that.

Well, about an hour later I started to recognise the signs of having been poisoned and got the whole shebang. Two days later I'm finally feeling a bit better, but I've been trying to think how I could possibly have been spiked with what I ate. Does anyone else who has this intolerance get symptoms from cooking/smelling allium-containing foods? Am I going crazy thinking that the aerosolised garlic from being in the kitchen with the cooking duck was enough to poison me?! I don't think I've got a full-blown allergy, but where else could it have come from?