Ode to an onion

So Fridays can be tough at work. In our world, we essentially have three times the amount of work to make up for the weekend. An occasional late night is a given.

My frustration must have been oozing out of me this particular Friday evening because my foodie cubicle buddy tried to bring some logic to my problem of the moment.

"You don't understand," I told him. "This is just one layer of it. It's just been layer after layer, like an onion. If it keeps going like this I might start crying!"

Then I felt all clever and got that zen feeling I get when I feel like I've drawn some deep, metaphorical parallel between my life and my kitchen. But recently it's come to my attention that these little stories may seem melodramatic. And this one was way too cheesy to be taken too seriously.

Still, wanting to share my new found incite about the onion on the blog, I thought I'd have a little fun with it. I wrote a Haiku, or rather a series of them, to pay homage to this staple of the kitchen.

Without further ado ...

An ode to the onion

Like every onion

Life's challenges come layered

One then another

Some we cut right through

No problem, we keep going

On to the next one

But the point will come

We've finally had too much

The tears start flowing

Too many layers

A few were fine, but no mas

Too many of them

But ultimately

The great chef will keep chopping

The onion to bits

The little pieces

Toss them in a saute pan

Sweet, yummy, delish