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Does Chewing Gum Stop Onion Tears?

The cultivated onion, Allium cepa, is a savoury staple of cuisines around the world. Yet slicing up onions all too often leads to tears: you peel off the papery outer skin, start chopping and before long, your eyes are stinging and watering so much you can hardly see; your nose runs like crazy and you wonder why someone hasn’t found a decent way to prevent this torment. Suggested solutions abound: chew gum, peel onions under water, use a sharp knife, make sure the onions are cold, light a candle nearby, turn on an exhaust fan, wear goggles, or use good chef’s technique to get the job done as quickly as possible. Best of all, get someone else to do it. Before deciding which methods work best, let’s examine two fundamental questions: why do onions make you cry? And why do we cry anyway? We generate tears almost continuously. Tears are made by the lachrymal glands located on the upper, outer surface of each eyeball. Although mostly water, tears contain a complex mixture of salts and organic compounds which together keep the surface of the cornea clean and lubricated. We produce tears in response to chemical and emotional stimuli. cmonionline Every time we blink, the eyelids sweep a film of tears across the cornea. A series of tiny glands (tarsal or meibomian glands) in the eyelids secrete a lubricant to prevent the eyelids from sticking to the cornea. This process is known as basal tear secretion and is controlled by parasympathetic nervous pathways. We don’t usually notice basal tear secretion, since it quickly drains away through a pair of lacrimal ducts in the inner (nasal) corner of each eye into the nasal cavity. If tear production increases much over the basal rate, this drainage mechanism cannot cope, and teardrops overflow the eyelids. Your nose also runs, as the ducts drain as much fluid as possible from the eye. Crying occurs in response to two main types of stimuli: chemical or emotional. In each case, the increased tear secretion is due to greater activity of the relevant parasympathetic nerves, triggered by subconscious neural pathways in the brainstem. Emotional crying is mostly associated with a subset of extreme emotional states: sadness, elation, anger. Unless you are an actor, tear generation usually is outside conscious control, as are the characteristic facial expressions and vocalisations (sobs, wails, and so on). Tears also help protect the eye from injury or irritation. Foreign material is detected by fine sensory endings of the trigeminal nerve in the cornea, which activate reflex tear generation, often accompanied by involuntary blinking. Thus, the offending material is washed from the corneal surface or out from under the eyelids. When we slice onions, damaged cells release enzymes that break down to form a derivative of sulfenic acid. This is rapidly converted into a volatile gas (onion lachrymatory factor) by a further enzyme, lachrymatory factor synthase. The lachrymatory factor reacts with water on the corneal surface to produce a range of noxious compounds, including sulphuric acid and hydrogen sulphide. Onions and garlic have another sulphur-containing compound, allicin. Along with the onion gas, allicin activates the TRPV1 receptors (also stimulated by noxious heat and hot chillies) and TRPA1 receptors (also stimulated by wasabi). Together, these compounds guarantee your eyes will sting and feel like they are burning. So we cry until the noxious agents are diluted and washed from our eyes. So which methods work best to reduce tearing up? Sharp knives minimise tissue damage, but volatile irritants are still released. Keeping onions cold reduces vapour formation, whereas cutting onions under water or in a strong airflow from an extractor fan prevent vapours from reaching your eyes. Goggles work even better, as long as you don’t mind how you look! But breathing through your mouth or chewing gum has no effect: the tear stimulus is in your eyes, not your nose or mouth. In principle, onions could be bred or genetically engineered not to express one of the enzymes that cause you to cry. But where would the challenge be then? Ian Gibbins, Professor of Anatomy & Histology, Flinders University authored this piece. This article is republished from The Conversation under a Creative Commons license. Read the original article.

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Flowers And Tears by Victor Oladejo.

The yellow sun that hung over the building cast a very faint light on the it. The branches of the guava tree , like a man holding his palm over a pot , blocked the yellow rays which inturn found it’s way through the branches and the leaves living rays of light in coin forms on the roof and on the hard earth below. My restuarant as a building is a story on it’s own, or should i say a story keeper , a groit or a patient elder under the moon of a silent night saying stories under the silver light to little children. In my shop i am a cook , a waiter, a comedian and whatever , in as much it keeps the customers coming. My shop and my gem holds all stories i would love to share with my wife when i marry her. The endless cutting of meats into chunks, dicing of carrot and tomatos and feeding customers who always gave testimones of a nice meal or a soup that is rich in too much salt or whole leaves of vegetables that escaped the sharp blades of my knife. The thrill i got however after my restuarant spoke yesterday was beyond what i had anticipated of a day full of colourful pairs in red and white , a day of promises entangled in truth or beautiful falsehood , a day when someone’s heart was shattered somewhere and another was put into mending with glues of forgiveness and pure understanding. A valentine day is always with a bag of surprises , my restuarant in it’s own form , told me a pleasant story through a couple who came to eat in it’s vast space. When they came , i was washing a frying pan i use often for shallow oil frying. The last customer that came ordered for fried egg and bread which got me coughing and sneezing through it’s process. “ good aftertoon wole “ the man said and smiled , then he turned the plastic chair the proper way.He wore a black boubou with embriodery of yellow threads in form of fireflies. He is in his early fifties , a tall man with a full beard. Age and growth sprinkled gray curly hairs on the tip of his beard. He is one of my clientele and a very close one who often payed me more at the end of service. “ good afternoon sir , happy val” i said in reply, wiping my wet hands on the tip of my red apron. “ that one is not for me joor, anyway today is my anniversary and wife is coming” “ wow that is fine sir” i said feeling lucky, an anniversary. My mind swung into action. I didn’t want to quabble and searched my mind for the proper word. “ sir what should i bring? “ “ just give me a bottle of water” he took his android phone “ a bottle wole, let me call my wife , only God knows what would be keeping her at home, she might be playing with my daughter” I dropped the alluminium plate i picked and stood on my feet. I walked towards the freezer and fetched a bottle of water, at the glass display, i picked a glass mug and arranged them on a tray. I set the tray on the glass table at his front and i walked back to the counter. The tv was on and i had my favourite ballet show playing. The ballerina curved her fingers and pirouetted towards the light source smiling as she did. While i was still watching , the door opened and a beautiful elderly woman walked in. She wore a black gown and a beautiful set of black shoes. My eyes followed every step she took . Mr Adams turned his head towards her direction, he shook his head and smiled. As if the gaze spoke, she smiled back. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑖 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑠 ? “ i thought you won’t come “ Mr Adams said , pushing the plastic chair fot her to seat . “ i can still go back” she replied. She raised her head and saw me. “ good afternoon, happy val” she said smiling and smoothing the black of her gown before seating. “ you know that is not our thing” He said and giggled. “ but you did it those days ehen” The couple went on chatting, i brought a bottle of water to their table . “ please make the normal one “ he said and adjusted the plastic. “ i smell conspiracy here, she said “ what is the normal one ehen” I laughed and went back to counter. I began to boil the crabs till they turned bright red . i chopped the vegetable into green strips as i cast occasional glance at the jovial couple. At this stage still funny. Not all clientele behave this way. I didn’t even draw them out of any mood like the traditional way of waiters and customers. “ do you have snails” the wife called. “ yes ma, how many?” i asked and turned the water leaves into the steaming stew. I had done this stew over and over again for mr Adams and mr joshua that lives across the street, he once asked me if i had 𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑎 𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑎 on the menu. When i was done with the crab stew, i served them with large slices of yam and potato in crab oil. They ate in silence , they were almost through their meal when i served them the crabs. “ your stew reminds me of my mother” mr Adams said.” she makes this type of sea crabs well” “ what of those ones i make at home ehen, so a man can cook more than your wife” she made thid funny look on her face . “ thank you sir “ “ you see my son, we have been together for years and i can boast she is

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