The Smell Of Onions

Memories of my Nonna

Megan Minutillo

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Photo by Max Delsid on Unsplash

My Nonna always smelled like onions. She smelled like onions, extra virgin olive oil, and tomatoes with a touch of garlic. She smelled of a kitchen that always made something that would feed your soul as much as it fed your belly — something of happiness, and heartiness, and a whole lot of love.

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Megan Minutillo

Essayist, poet, and theatre producer. I write stories about self-awareness, IVF, and finding your footing in life’s messy moments. Instagram: @meganminutillo.