Something you only ever cook once every few years...

And when you start you think "OMG this is gonna taste SO good!"



And then you're snacking on them as they cool on the pan afterwards, pretty much burning fingers, lips and tongue because they still weren't cool enough to resist. Dinner's not even ready yet, and already you've had three onion rings. Maybe four. But only small ones. Or large ones that are broken, so they don't count.



And then by the time the onion rings are all made, and the burgers are coming off the grill, the stove and surrounding counter is trashed, covered in a thin film of grease. The house also smells like grease (more like burned grease). And you've had a few more onion rings before the burgers were ready. And then of course you have some more with dinner. Plus Brett has some, and yet somehow the pile doesn't seem to have shrunk.

All these damn onion rings from ONE FRICKIN' ONION!? How the hell did that happen!?

Did I really cook ALL of these? We can't possibly eat them all - now I feel wasteful.

So let's try freezing some, and of course we'll try baking them up in a couple weeks to see how they recover.

(More than likely we'll be so disgusted with them in the freezer that we'll just pitch them)

When will the grease smell go away? And, ugh, my tummy hurts.

But DAMN they were tasty! ;-)