Onions are no so much a vegetable as a necessity. At the old farmstead, I planted 2000 onion sets a year. This year, a quarter of that on about ten square feet of where the front lawn was removed last Easter.
They may last until Christmas. Unless I make a whopping pile of onion jam or something nutty like that. The smell of harvesting them with your bare hands is exotic. If onions, something we ate 1,000 years ago, were not common they would be a spice. Next year, more.
Alan – November 27, 2012 1:29 PM
Still working our way through these buckets 6 or 7 weeks later.
Una – May 11, 2013 4:42 PM
How do you store them?