Onion Wine

Easter Dinner was a work of art, if I do say so myself.  It is too bad we didn't share my ham
covered in pineapples and brown sugar, and my scalloped potatoes bathed in cream, butter, cheese

and sliced onions covered with more grated cheddar cheese.  I also added sliced tomatoes to a green
salad, topped with ranch salad dressing.  I was glad we didn't have company when I left my mess.
The whole kitchen was looked like a cyclone hit it, and it was waiting for John to clean up.

After we ate, and I was involved in "The Good Wife", John got up to clean.  The one that cooks
doesn't do dished.  After loading the dish washer, he put the finishing touches on putting the food away by adding the onion slices to the tomato plate, putting it in the fridge uncovered.  He then put
his untouched glass of wine next to it.

The next day, he got out his wine and said euwe!  this tastes like onion!  We laughed and decided to call it Onion Wine!  In memory of our Easter.