I like onions. They have layers.

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I never liked onions as a kid. Hated them in fact. I remember people telling me that cooked onions are OK because you couldn’t even taste them. Not true. I still didn’t like them.

I didn’t want to be a picky eater in Poland, so I devised a plan to make me like onions. I think I was just curious what people saw in them. So, a couple weeks before leaving, I ordered extra onions on everything, most notably the “Mike” sandwich from the now defunct Tafoya Brothers. After eating extra onions on everything for two weeks, I developed a love for onions comparable to my love for garlic and jalapenos. Maybe I just like stinky food. I guess I should try the same with fish — that’s a bit too stinky for me though.

Weston the Warrior

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I don’t have a clue what to write for a caption on this one. Can anyone think of a good one?

I wanted to add fashion credits…like sandals by Cole Haan, shield by Farmland…the problem is I don’t know who made the paper towel roll and I don’t know what Weston thinks the stocking cap made by Grandma Great is. The helmet was his present from Norway, and the gloves are Claire’s.