I never knew there was such a thing as onion season. Now I do. Red, yellow sweet and white onions graced a triple row in my community garden plot this year. Grilled, sautéed in olive oil or added in any sauce they have been heavenly.
Channeling my inner Grandpa I also tried my hand a braiding onions this year. Why should that make me feel so proud? I remember admiring my grandpas braided onions about the time I wore braids myself at 5 years old. Don't ask me why it took fifty years to try it myself.
I cleaned and dried the onions for about a week and then attached a long piece or twine to three starter onion. From there add an onion every other twist and make a braided tail at the end that you wrap with twine.
It all makes me think how the impressions we gain as a child stay with us.
When I was four I told my mom when I grew up I wanted to be a Grandma. She informed me that first I had to be a mother. To this I replied: "No, I just want to be a Grandma because they get to garden, fish, bake cookies and play, but moms have to do too much work."
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