Vidalias, where have you been all my life? If only I could find a man like you…
At two weeks shy of my 40th birthday I discovered Vidalia onions. I’ve been a long time onion crier and for the first time in my life I cut an onion that didn’t bring me tears. Could there be a man out there like a Vidalia onion – one who doesn’t make me cry? (in a bad way, good tears are totally cool)
Would he need to have been born and bred (possibly conceived) in Georgia?
Would any Southern gentleman do?
If I ever do find my very own Vidalia onion of a man, I have one addition to the traditional vows that I would like him to add.
Groom: “Do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect her, forsaking all others and holding only to her forevermore…
…and take out the trash whenever the need may be?
I’ve enjoyed spending the month of April writing through the alphabet with the A to Z Challenge. I’ve been waiting for “V.”