Hey, why are you running away?

Those of you who derive perverse pleasure from stalking me will remember that I hate onions.

Usually.

I hate raw onions, but am much more tolerant of highly-processed onions, such as those found in the mushed-up oblivion of Burger King onion rings.

I believe the exact phrase I used in this post was "They make me fart like a motorboat, but that's another topic entirely."

Last weekend, Burger King offered FREE onion rings so we could all get a chance to try their "new" recipe.

I worried that their new variety would be the kind of onion rings I can't stand. Remember, if it's the kind where you can actually still pull out a complete ring of onion from the batter, I can't eat those. I'll be sick.
So I feared that my beloved farty BK onion rings were about to become extinct.

I tried the new ones last weekend.

I'm pleased to announce that they taste pretty much exactly like the old ones.
They're still comprised of barely-recognizable onion mush, processed so much that their own onion relatives don't even recognize them anymore. (They never call, they never write...)

What a relief!
As near as I can tell, the "new" recipe possibly involved different seasonings in the breading.

I can also personally attest to the undeniable fact that they still make me fart like a motorboat.

Demonstrations available upon request.
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