Erin is a barista at Zingerman's Coffee Company.
Onion Rye caught my eye while I was still in high school and new to the ways of gastronomy. Its poppy seed studs were so rebellious... so punk. And that faux-hawk of caramelized onions on top of the loaf...out in the open. So dangerous. Thrilling. Like it was staring me down, daring me to ask it to dinner; James Dean, Johnny Depp, and Daft Punk looked conformist next to this scoundrel. I was excited and worried, simultaneously. What if my family hated all that onion? But then, something happened. Onion Rye's table manners were impeccable. Every course went flawlessly. My family loved Onion Rye when I brought it to dinner. We dunked, dipped, smothered, slathered, nibbled, gnawed, and sopped the night away. Onion Rye was perfect. It was daring enough to make every day exciting, but refined enough for the most formal dinner party. It's been a long, long time since Onion Rye and I first met, but we're happier than we've ever been.
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