This week I found out several surprising things. One of them is that we might be growing an
onion crop, right here in our suburban paradise. Sort of like Dorothy and the ruby slippers –
it was there all along, but we had to discover it for ourselves.
At least I think they are onions. First I saw this growing on our
hillside.
It was hard to distinguish
from the weeds and the grass. I pulled
it up and noticed that it looked like an onion.
It smelled like an onion.
My husband confirmed this. He
weed-whacking more suspected onions and laid them in the grass.
I brought them inside, and they acted like onions, although
perhaps less robust than the store-bought green onions I already had. The onion aroma filled the kitchen.
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| The store-bought onions are at the bottom of the photo. Can you tell? |
I asked my husband what we should do with them. He said, “Put them in a vase? They smell nice.” I decided to ignore the implications this
comment had for my housekeeping skills.
I threw out half of them, washed and bundled the rest, and put them in
the fridge. Maybe I will be brave enough
to put them in a stir-fry this evening.
We never knowingly planted onions, but then there are a lot
of things in life that we don’t consciously do or know, and only discover by
chance.
3 comments:
So trendy! An urban garden. And by accident :-)
I grow (on purpose) garlic chives. But they do have a pretty purple flower. We've never eaten them.
We always called that wild onion grass and if it doesn't have lawn chemicals on it, it's safe to eat. Whenever we mow our lawn, the air is permeated by a strong onion smell!
Nice work! We have chives, onions and garlic popping up--it's amazing how many "onion" plants there are, besides those 3.
You're on the verge of self-sufficiency, right?
On an unrelated note, your toilet post (#77, that is) had me laughing. You crack me up when you talk biblically.
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