Onions

Let's talk about onions. When I was young, I hated them. I also hated mushrooms, but that's something I haven't outgrown (yum, spongy fungus!). Somewhere around my tenth year, my dad introduced me to French Onion Soup (yes, the canned version; don't judge). I was initially disgusted by the idea, since it had onions in it, but my dad insisted I would like it. So I tried it, and I did. 

I don't like raw onions, with the sharp, lingering taste they leave in my mouth. Or caramelized onions, with their sweet sogginess (not to mention the time it takes to make them). I like sauteed onions. Not too sharp, not too sweet. Possibly slightly burnt. That's the way I like onions. (Also in French Onion Soup, of course.)