I had the biggest crying session ever last night...











...But if you want onions in the dinner that you're cooking and you want them chopped up really small, it's the price you have to pay.

Rachael even came running into the kitchen to see if I was alright after she could hear me screaming 'My eyes!! Argh!'. And of course she had to wipe the streams of tears away from my face because if I had done it myself, it would have practically been the same as wiping the onion into my eye.

That would be the worst torture ever...

Prison Guard: You will talk, you filthy good for nothing peasant, or I'll wipe this onion in your eyes!

*Peasant squeals like a girl* Aaaaarrrrrrrgggghhhhhhhhh!!! Nooooooooo!