“Do not despise the first season of growth for anything in your life.” ~ Tammy Maltby
I didn’t know that onions grew in the dark until I pulled one sprouting flowers out of my pantry closet.
My husband humorously shakes his head, watching me lug a big bag of onions from Costco into our home. It seems odd to buy them in bulk when we’re just two adults, a preschooler and a baby.
Hey, I love stir fry. I throw whole bulbs of this stuff into everything. I’m also pretty sure I’ve got some Italian in me, because I can’t get enough onions in my pasta either.
But when I first caught a pungent whiff of something smelly from the closet, I realized I hadn’t finished off the 10 lbs of red onions in time.
I needed to destroy the evidence.
I held my breath, yanked the sack out of the closet, and ran them down the garbage disposal.
I sprayed Mountain-Spring-scented Oust! to get rid of any odors.
“There! …Hubby will never know.”
As I shut the door, one onion had rolled out of the sack and escaped to find its home in the corner of my closet.
There it grew, until one day, I wondered why my closet was smelling so bad each time I went to grab a snack…
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