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 do.”
🙂
I’ve enjoyed spending the month of April writing through the alphabet with the A to Z Challenge. I’ve been waiting for “V.”