Thursday, April 24, 2008

The Bane of my Existence

(get out of here, you jackasses)
Witness here my green onion volunteers. They are everywhere, in nearly every pot I have.

Why, how did they get there? I have only myself to blame. Last year I was sweetly given a pot of the dreadful stuff by a fellow gardener. I took them gratefully. I despise green onions.
I'm a delicate freaking flower when it comes to digesting (or rather, not digesting) anything allium. I have to cook all onions within an inch of their life for them to not give me several hours of heartburn. Since green onions are sprinkled on raw, I avoid them, but I also deeply hate the way they taste. It's probably Pavlovian, considering what they have done to my gullet my whole life.

I grew them last year, because that's what I do- and natch, never ate them. At the end of the season as I was preparing my Big Honking Winter Dirtpile, I cut them off, dumped them in, chopped them up. Or so I thought. The BHW Dirtpile, being uninsulated, never heated up; it froze solid. The Sorcerer's Apprentice shoots are now popping up all over. I'm digging down into every pot, but no matter what I do, I can't get all of the tiny rootballs out.

Freaking green onion rootballs! Gah!


Rabbits' Guy said...

Geeze Louise kid... you would grow too much of anything! ... but that is pretty funny about the onions!

We have 4 big raised beds and I plant two of them with potatos. Each year I switch to the other two - back and forth. No matter how thoroughly I dig, I never get them all and there come the volunteers where they don't belong! Of course, then I have to let them grow, they might be really good!

The Barber Bunch said...

You shall win the war. I know it!