The word 'Onioned' should resurrect. It should layer back into life and command the OED to remove the burying death cross and the obstaculising Obs. from its definition. Two definitions: one older and dead; one alive and boring really. Here is what it says:Onioned, a.
1. Of tears: produced by onions, not springing from genuine emotion. Obs. [the death cross won't come out in the page, but it's right, imagine it, before the 1.]
Ex: 1792 J. WOLCOT Quaker & Barn ii, When master Broadbrim..Por'd o'er his father's will, and drop'd the onion'd tear.
2. Of food: cooked or served with onions, containing onions.
Ex: 1997 28 Nov. CN58 The onioned steak dinner is a thin, flavorful ribeye steak pan-fried with lots of sliced onions.
I long for the onioned tear when I don't want to go to school and the excessive de-layering of myself when I want to be cu-dd-led. I long to have the mischief of producing grief at will. I want to cry with Carol Ann Duffy's "trying to be truthful" in Valentine, but failing. I want to put myself there and write it in my own words and feel it rushing through my pores: the onioning of the writing process. I want to be my own protagonist in every word, my stage a page with my starring monologue.
But I have given it all, and I am de-onioned. And it seems like the OED has too.
Now I cry for real.
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