I like onions. In my case, it was macaroni and Velveeta. My father stood over me threatening corporal-with-a-strap punishment if I didn't shape up right now and eat it. I can't, I wailed. It's slimy. Eat it, he said. I can't, I wailed. It's slimy. Eat it, he said. I vomited right on the floor by my chair. I was as horrified as he. But I never had to eat it again.