The onions have grown, to put it mildly. It shouldn’t be surprising, but I can’t help marveling at the fact that the wilty, pencil-thick plants I stuck in the ground a while back have turned into the pungent orbs I regard as a vital kitchen staple. A few are larger than anything I’d pick up in the grocery store, as large as a softball, or so I’m told by certain women we know.
The onions have been pulled and were curing in the sun/shade on the deck before going into storage. Unfortunately, certain striped rodents decided they would try tasting the produce. In the end they were thwarted by none other than the softball-savvy women we’re lucky to have in our home right now. Garden Justice prevails, and future meals will be a testament to their bravery.