I don't know about you, but over here the supermarkets sell pickled onions. I am not sure why. It's a peculiar combination of two things. Onions can be acidic and they don't half burn your tongue and make you cry. Vinegar is super acidic and bad tasting and would not win a competition against chocolate ice cream or anything chocolate. So who thought it was a good idea to combine both? Onions and vinegar.
I don't like pickled onions and wondered how many people do. So for your benefit, dear readers, I conducted a survey to find out.
I put a couple of jars in my coat pocket and boarded the bus. As it moved along I sidled by and sat next to a woman in a nice coat ... she was in her late forties I would say ... and opening the jar I offered her an onion.
She looked down her nose at me and said, "No," in a posh upper class accent. What a cheek, I thought. Looking down at me. If she is so upper class and well-to-do why is she in a bus with the likes of me? Is her Rolls Royce re-possessed because she cannot keep up the repayments? You know what they say around here, "all fur coat and no knickers". I bet she's cold when the South wind blows!
To entice her down to my level I said the onions were pickled in balsamic vinegar, whatever that is. She got up and moved to another seat.
I tried the experiment on other passengers. None wanted pickled onions from me. Not even the driver who threatened to throw me off the bus.
I took another bus. Same reactions. And the same in two other buses.
So I ask you: who likes pickled onions? Why are they made? Who buys them? The supermarkets would not stock them otherwise.
One of the mysteries of modern life. Like for instance, why do people follow celebrities on social media and not follow this Blog at all.
