My grandmother ate onions.
My mother ate onions a lot. She could take a bite out of a whole onion and enjoy it.
I love onions. Better than chocolate. There's hardly anything that isn't better when eaten with an onion--except for sweets. This is just a cross my poor husband has to bear. And my co-workers. And my son. And many other people. Onions help me to know if people are really my friends. They would avoid me if they weren't true friends.