|one little green onion, ready for chopping?|
I was a bit surprised at the onions, since Orit really hates them. Well... maybe it goes beyond hatred... i always thought she was exaggerating about her dislike of onions until that one fateful evening in Battlecreek, Michigan, when I invited her over for dinner, and served my very favourite soup in the world, "West African Peanut Soup" (you can find it in the Sundays at Moosewood vegetarian cookbook). It does take a full two cups of chopped onion... but the soup is blended, so you cannot find the smallest piece of onion to let you know they are there.
Sure enough, I was right! She loved the soup (as I knew she would), even asking for a second bowl. It was only an hour later, when she was crippled with inexplicable stomach pains, that I confessed my sin. Ah well....a bit of time bent over the toilet, and she was right as rain. (and has subsequently forgiven me). On the positive side of things, she no longer has to tell people she doesn't like onions; now she can truthfully say "Onions make me sick"
So... i was surprised at the big bunch of green onions. .... until Dan told me they were daffodils. Ah! OK.... though they seemed a bit disappointing as far as blooms go. Still, I followed his instructions to snip off the bottoms and put them in some water.
|Dan's happy dance at the daffodils|
And the miracle just kept going. By this morning, the onions had been transformed into a glorious burst of springtime. The whole kitchen is fragrant with the scent.
|the onions, two days later...|