Small but beautiful! They went into a rice and chicken dish that very night!
Strangely enough, it felt unnatural to dig something out of the ground and eat it. As if I may accidentally ingest something poisonous or hallucinogenic; as if the earth could have tainted something I planted with my very hands! I am, I suppose, the product of a grocery store generation. I have forgotten where such treasures come from. I am reeducating myself and teaching my daughter along the way.
The green onions I planted and harvested are Onion Lilia.
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