George Armstrong Custer’s life is
usually told in the language of cavalry charges, velvet jackets, cinnamon‑scented
curls, and the tragedy of the Little Bighorn. But tucked inside the historical
record is a surprisingly earthy thread: Custer’s relationship with onions.
Far from a mere dietary preference,
onions were a staple that Custer devoured with enthusiasm.
Onions were not always easy to come by
on the Western plains in the 1870s, but when they were available, Custer
treated them like a delicacy.
His wife, Elizabeth “Libbie” Custer,
documented this habit vividly in her memoir Boots and Saddles. She
recounted how, during expeditions, Custer would eagerly consume raw onions,
noting their scarcity and value on the frontier — “as rare out there, and more
appreciated than pomegranates are in New York.”
In an 1873 letter to Libbie while on
the Yellowstone River expedition, Custer wrote with glee: “I supped on RAW
ONIONS; I will probably breakfast, lunch and dine on them tomorrow, and the
next day, and the day after.”
He and his younger brother Tom Custer,
who also perished at Little Bighorn, were both enthusiastic onion lovers.
Libbie herself was less enamored with
the results. The strong odor of raw onions on her husband’s breath became a
running theme in their correspondence and her writings.




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