the great onion debacle of ’04

I’d decided to make risotto for some near and dear people on the weekend. Just a simple one – not much more than the basic ingredients.
But it would be lovely and creamy given an hour or so of continuous stirring and the addition of the best parmesan cheese I could find.
The appetisers were arranged, the salads assembled, the dessert done – just the risotto to go.
I chopped into an onion. Oooh – it’s gone bad. Yuck.
Get another one. A dwindling supply – only two left. Well, I only need one, that’s ok.
I chopped into it. It had also gone bad.
Hmmm. I eyed the last onion.
Chop. It had gone all grey and squishy on the inside too!
Rats.
With such a basic recipe I couldn’t really do without one of the ingredients.
Solution?
Send boyfriend out in cold, dark night in search of onions. (Lucky he’s compliant or was hungry.)
Twenty minutes later and 50 cents poorer I had my nice brown onion.
Perhaps it wasn’t really a debacle after all.