The Devil Cooks Too

I experienced something new last night. Shallots.



I tried out an interesting recipe I got from the recipe app Epicurious - chicken with asparagus, capers, and shallots.
1. I love capers.
2. I love asparagus.
3. I love artichoke (which I promised I would add in any way possible.)
4. What are shallots?

I called my mom and she told me they're mini onions, and I managed to find them in the produce section. They're so cute!! I thought why am I not always cooking with these little guys, they're adorable and I bet they're delicious. I needed 12 ounces, which was 4 bags, which was about 16 shallots in all.
I get home and start peeling these cuties. And what a surprise I was in for.

Shallots are straight from the devil.

Onions always make my eyes water, as is true with everyone. But my eyes were burning so bad I almost burst into tears a couple of times because I still had so many to peel and slice. I gave up slicing half way through and used the chopper instead. I didn't care if the recipe said sliced, my dinner guests weren't going to know the difference. I just hope there wasn't any snot in their onions from my burning runny nose. Just kidding...

I swore over and over the entire 20 minutes it took me to get those suckers sliced/chopped that I would NEVER cook with shallots again for the rest of my life. Oh, but how convenient, there was an entire half cup left over. I bagged them up and put them in the fridge, figuring I'll toss them in something this week.

Lo! The entire refrigerator stinks now. Those onions were in there ONE NIGHT and you can't open the fridge without getting kicked in the face.
Big things do come in small packages. In small, pingpong ball sized, precious little packages.