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the missing onionEvery Fourth of July mom anddad would have a party for all of their friends. Sandy and I at night would get a ladder and climb to our rooftop so we could see the fireworks from neighboring towns. Well one year, at the party, mom was getting all the food together, she always made so much food for everyone, and she was finishing the salad, but she realized that she was missing the onions. I know I cut an onion for the salad, she said. Help me look for it. So Sandy and mom and I were walking around the kitchen looking for an onion, cut up. Frantically searching. Not on the counter, not in the refrigerator. Its coming to me! mom yelled out during the search, and we all stopped for a clue toward finding the prized minced onion. Its... its in tin foil. Okay, so now were looking for a smelly ball of wrinkled metal, this is a good lead. And were all just laughing so hard because were looking frantically for an onion mom misplaced this morning. Well, mom finally gave up and left the search party because she had to bring the salad outside, with or without the beloved tear-jerker, and so she starts to toss the salad, but something is heavy on the bottom. Oh, silly me, she says, and pulls the aluminum foil- laden vegetable out from the bottom of the bowl.
To this day, whenever we
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