Every time I bring groceries home he sits and waits for the green onions to appear. He starts crying if he sees anything resembling them, such as kale or rhubarb or basil.
He knows which refrigerator drawer they go in and he will try to stick his head into it. If you leave green onions on the countertop, they will end up on the floor. When I’m actually preparing the green onions, he sits at my feet an cries while I cut them up.
Tumblr backup 