Oh, shallots, you babies are the exception that proves the rule. Little interlocking layers of heaven. All the good things that onions do, plus you’re smaller, only come in one color and you don’t make me cry. And no one even attempts to serve you raw. I would seriously have hot steamy sexual relations with a shallot if you only had a more conducive shape. But you don’t.
Dammit, shallots. We came so close.
8/10. 9 when fried on top of a burger. Ohhhhhhh yeah.
image via Evan-Amos at wikipedia
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