I was stunned by what I observed in my home yesterday.
And no it is not a cross section of a human brain.
Never fear.
It was this.
A simple . . no, never dare I use that word "simple" . . a very *complex* red onion.
A thing of beauty.
It waited on a cutting board, next to its executioner.
Not executioner either.
But a tool to make it creatively appetizing.
But in the meantime . . in the rare moment when it awaits its fate, it is truly a thing of beauty.
And you wonder how I spend my days.