Vidalia Onion Dicer. No More Tears!

The onions fall down into the collection receptacle.

Sauerkraut and mustard, ketchup, onions, relish—
a hotdog was created merely to embellish.

The tears came later, when the bill came. Go HERE to read the story of the thirty dollar hot dog. And you’ll just have to imagine the story of my my recent forty-dollar corn dog eaten at a hotel in Billings, Montana. Pictured below, its story is too painful to relate. No onions, this time.

My thirty dollar (Canadian) hot dog.

And—-my forty dollar (U.S.) corn dog!

 Here is the link for the prompt, and here are more poems on the subject for dVerse Poets: Vidalia Onions