I love onions. You don't. No meal I cook for us, together, had onions. I have never told you to just pick them off, finely minced them so you don't notice them or hid them from you.
I have picked onions off a particularly delicious bruschetta at a restaurant, so you could have a taste (sneak attack onions that weren't on the menu). I have refrained from pointing out that the dish you were really enjoying had minced onions (I have a talent for spotting ingredients and he doesn't have any side effects from eating onions, just an intense distaste).
I once bought sour cream and onions chips for myself after an argument, only to find that you like artificial onion flavouring. I didn't strangle you right then and there. Ok, it was petty revenge and I deserved the karma.
My grandmother tried that once when I was a kids to "prove to me that I can't tell.
I intentionally aimed the puke onto
her one of a kind hanging wall quilt. (I was six? Is that young enough to get a pass?)
And as for finely minced onions in something I'm enjoying? All the people who nicely look the other way are very sweet. The ones who wait until i am done, and inform me so I can take my migraine pills? They love me! (Okay, the others do too, but its in the way my stepmom and BFF handle it that makes it so much better.)
I apparently am very sensitive to something present in onions, in a lesser extent in garlic, and that when cooked gets very weak. Raw onion in my system will produce headaches so bad I seriously asked my father to "put me down" like a terminal animal.
Garlic will do something similar, but not as painful. But if I can get a dose of tylenol + asprin + a half dose of ibuprofin, usually I can ward it off.
Cooked onions do very little to me, but their texture is gaggy for me. Which means I loved a friend VERY much when I tried her fajitas in their limp soggy onion-y glory. (It was awful, but she was trying so hard.)