Onions, Onions, La La La

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."