Folks, you have no idea how relieved I feel tonight. It's been worrying me for over a month or so that no matter how hard I looked in my refrigerator freezer or my chest freezer, I couldn't find any trace of the onions I had chopped up and frozen. Last fall my next door neighbor totally inundated me with onions right out of his garden and in order to preserve all of them I chopped them up in my food processor and froze them. I stored them in a large plastic bag in my refrigerator freezer compartment. I've made good use out of them since, but all of a sudden they disappeared. They were always stored in that large bag. Well, tonight I was determined to find them come hell or high water. I almost emptied out my chest freezer, but no onions. Of course, they weren't in my refrigerator because they would have thawed out. In order to hold on to my last hope of sanity, I thoroughly checked my refrigerator freezer compartment where I had originally stored them. I found no large bag of them but I did find one ZipLock bag that contained some frozen sliced onions. When I checked out the contents, that's where I found the remains of my chopped onions--probably the equivalent of one onion. It was good news/bad news to me. The good news was that I hadn't lost my sanity regarding where the onions were in the first place. The bad news was that I hadn't realized my supply of onions had dwindled to that extent. Nonetheless, I was satisfied that at least I knew what the extent of my onion supply was and now I can plan my grocery shopping accordingly. At my age I tend to forget where I've placed or stored things. And the mystery of the disappearing onions really made me wonder how many brain cells I have left. But not to worry, from vast experience I know that if I really set my mind to it, I can ferret out anything, including onions. vee