Well, I’m still only at about 75% (if that), but I am currently feeling awesome and I’m about to share a new-found home remedy for the cold that will not give: slicing onions.
Seriously, onions are my hero [heroes? heroines?]. I just finished chopping six beautiful sweet white onions for my first go at French Onion Soup, and whoa. I think I cried away my cold. Perhaps my eyes, nose, and throat are just so overwhelmed by onionyness that they can’t feel sick right now? Even if this is a temporary fix, I am elated. I feel awesome. There is a 95% chance that this is a predominately drug-induced euphoria.
My onion healing magic reminds me of onion poultices, which were the key healant in my Little House on the Prairie/Christy-filled childhood. Did anyone out there read books about old-timey life for, I don’t know, their entire childhood? I think the lives of 10 or so fictional characters central to my identity as an 11-year-old may have been saved by onion poultices. And certainly I was saved numerous times by them while traveling the Oregon Trail. Now, I’m thinking that onions may be the cure for all things terrible.
In other news, I am currently trying my hand at mixing online recipes to create a simple French onion soup that is delicious but does not require me walking outside or going to the grocery store. That means no beer, no brandy/cognac, no wine is involved… Also, only dried herbs. We’ll see how it goes. It smells good.