The funny story here is that, for the last several years, I have made my famous stuffing for this annual event without the onions. It almost killed me to do so, and I was vocal about the diminished quality of the final product, but one of the assistant scoutmasters was deathly allergic to onions. Therefore, the onions had to go. My husband insisted that the stuffing still tasted fine, but I knew it did not. I had mixed feelings of sadness and delight when the man in question sold his business and moved to Florida over the summer. I tried not to dance with glee at the thought of once again using onions in the stuffing.
As I sat eating the turkey dinner with several of the scout parents, a woman piped up and said, “Wow! This is great stuffing! They must have gotten someone new to make it since it’s been pretty blah tasting for the last few years.”