I just rubbed my nose and would not have really been aware of doing it had not the smell of ONION triggered my brain into thinking FOOD. Yesterday I sauteed a bit of onion (Vidalia) to put on part of a cheese pizza from Little Caesar’s. It turned out to be tasty, although the pieces were weighty – I had to eat by sliding the piece to the edge of the plate and taking a bite. Definitely not restaurant manners, but effective.
I have washed my hands many, many times since then, and still the aroma of cooked onions clings to my fingers. In fact, I keep interrupting this typing to take a sniff.
SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF
Hmmmm, hungry . . . on my way to the kitchen.
My sister swears by the stainless steel treatment. Wet your hands and rub them on something stainless steel (the convenient stainless steel sink is nice but lacking that perhaps a bowl?). Half the time it works for me, half the time it doesn’t. I am wondering if it has to do with the variety of onion. Who knows.