I have a question: at what point does a request for salad in one’s lunchtime sandwich constitute a desire for chopped raw onion? It confounds and frustrates me, this incessant need for it to be sprinkled in every shop-bought salad and sandwich in the UK. If you hadn’t guessed, I loathe raw onion, especially when it is disguised in my food as a necessary condiment. When I request ‘salad’, I want lettuce, tomato and cucumber – NOT little bits of stinkbomb that linger on the breath all afternoon. I will pick every single bit of onion out of my sandwich, even if it takes ages.
Raw onion occupies a long-lived status on my list of food hates along with lamb, processed mayonnaise and any kind of offal.
You have been warned.