Onions

Yep, still pregnant.

I'm pretty uncomfortable at this point... two days away from my due date. And I'm not gonna lie, I'm pretty grumpy all the time! Case in point - I got mad yesterday about onions. You ready for this?

My mom makes this dish that I call "Cheesy Potatoes." I'm not sure what the real name is, but that doesn't matter right now. Just know that it involves hashbrowns, lots of cheese and creamy stuff, and crispy cornflakes on the top. It's like a casserole and it's my favorite meal in the world. Well, the actual recipe calls for diced onions, but ever since I was little, I would beg my mom not to put them in. I can't stand onions.

So for Christmas this year, I asked for "Cheesy Potatoes, non-onion, please." And yesterday I came over to find a big batch fresh out of the oven! I scooped some onto my plate and noticed that some of those hashbrowns looked a little... "oniony." I said, "Mom. Did you...." and before I could finish my sentence, she said "No, Sarah, there's no onions."

So I took a bite. A big, cheesy, cornflaky...ONIONY... bite. I could taste them. I knew she snuck some in! (She's been known to do it in the past...) I looked at her with big, wide eyes and she knew she was caught.

She started laughing (which made me mad!) and she was like "Sarah, my word. Seriously. I put one tablespoon of a sweet onion in for flavor! You are like the princess and the pea."

My husband saw what was beginning to become a Christmas disaster and he stepped in and took my plate of Onion potatoes. He smiled and said "Mmmm, Delicious!" and started eating.

Now here's the kicker - Normally, I would have been fine. I would have smiled and said it was no big deal and even laughed a little. But I must have gotten a fresh batch of pregnancy hormones that morning for Christmas - because my eyes started welling up with tears! How ridiculous, I know! Over an onion!!!!!! What is wrong with me????

My mom felt so bad. And then I felt even more bad for making her feel bad! She said she'd make me a fresh batch of cheesy potatoes and I could come and get them tomorrow (which is now today.) I told her that wasn't necessary, but she insisted.

So over I came this morning, and I walked into the kitchen and my mom started laughing hysterically. She was at the kitchen counter, putting hashbrowns into a few bowls. "I've been caught again!" she said. "I give up!"

Turns out, when she went to the store to buy the hashbrowns for my special "non-onion" batch, she accidentally bought something called "Hashbrowns O'Brien" which has onions and peppers in it automatically! So I found her in the kitchen, sorting out tiny frozen potatoes and onions, one by one, into two separate bowls. She was trying to separate each microscopic piece to make up for yesterday! It was the cutest thing I'd ever seen - she was trying so hard. She even had her reading glasses on so she could see better! I was like "Aw, Mom! It's ok!" and she smiled and said "Do you have any idea how hard it is to distinguish between a tiny frozen hashbrown piece and a tiny frozen onion flake?"

We decided then and there to give up on Cheesy Potatoes. :-) It's just not going to happen. Not this year, at least.

It's so embarrassing writing that story! I mean, I know onions make people tear up, but usually not in the way that I just described! But the story is true, and I hope you're amused, because this is my life. :-)

Two more days until Olivia, (hopefully!)
Sarah