Carly Pearce Spills Every Little Thing While Chopping Onions And Trying Not To Cry

I may kill myself. It's gonna be, it's gonna be bad, guys. Hey, I'm Carly Pearce, and I am going to chop as many onions as I can in 10 minutes while answering your most burning questions, of course. This is gonna sound wrong, but you'll understand. In my mouth. And hopefully, I will try not to cry. Stinks, this smell for days. Let's do this. Bluegrass. It won't always be like this. 45 minutes. Every little thing. His face, no, I'm joking. His heart. I miss Kentucky all the time. This is really hard to do and speak and think about my life and not cut my finger off. Yes, I miss Kentucky. I am super proud of where I'm from and love it so much. My bass player, Phil, is a big-time cook, so last night, he showed me how to cut an onion and I feel like I'm failing him terribly. Sorry, Phil. California. This is potent. Stinks, this smell for days. Banana. I love a good banana, guys. Can tell you something that's not on my rider's onions. When I was little, probably the size of a goldfish. Didn't count. This is gonna sound wrong, but you'll understand. In my mouth. That's what she said. Boots. Gosh, that's only one? Lord, have mercy on my soul. This is a horrible, Phil, I am not doing well on this cutting. All right, we're gonna take measures in our own hands and not do it the Phil way. It depends if I'm eating healthy or not. I guess Chipotle, if I'm healthy. If I'm not, Arby's. When I started cutting onions for this. I don't know that I ever have really felt famous. I guess when I was on TV for the first time. I may kill myself. It's gonna be bad, guys. Told you I wasn't good at this. This is how I do it at home, and I cause my husband to have a freak out because he thinks I'm gonna cut my finger off every day. So this is not the professional way, this is the Carly way. Gets it done. Faith Hill. That he was hot. Just being honest. Man, I feel like a woman. Clearly I've used that before. Yeah. I think my goal. Nobody will wanna kiss me after this. Not even my own husband. If I used these chopped onions in food, like, people would pass away. Like, this is the worst cutting job ever. Ooh, I might burp right now. That did it. Sparkly everything. Oh no. It burns. All right, here I go. Christmas. Because I don't have to cut onions at Thanksgiving. To trust if you see red flags. How are you doing? I'm great. Boston. They just really always make me, they're very energetic, know all the words to my songs, they make me feel like Carrie Underwood. I've almost fallen off of a catwalk before. Guys, I'm doing great. I know that I'm scaring everybody in here. Y'all can't see the people behind the camera. They are freaking out. Desperate times come from desperate measures. Cereal. I am a big fan of frosted mini-wheats. That maybe just went down my shirt. I once was on my bus and saw a large blown up version of my head come out of a car window while driving down the interstate next to my bus. It was weird. I have lost all strategy. Not crying though. I mean, these onions don't even have a chance. Picking up the pace, guys. Tequila. A mix. I don't know yet. Not cutting onions, tell you that. You guys got a lot. Oh, this one might do it. Nope, it's not. I didn't cry, but I feel so sorry for whoever has to clean this up. I think other people are crying in fear. I'm just proud I didn't cut my finger off. Thanks, Delish. See you next time without onions. And the next time you do see me, I'll probably still smell like this onion. And be sure to get my sophomore self-titled album, Carly Pierce, available now.