Views and Reviews
By Jean McCamy
I feel a little like Scarlett O’Hara, confident that “I’ll never be hungry again!”
Even if you’re not a gardener, you may have picked up on the advice that it’s time to plant your spring vegetables. Even if it weren’t, these warm days we’ve been having lately would probably spur most avid veggie growers into action. It certainly kick-started my husband.
He keeps going off to Logan’s and coming home happily toting a few flats of plants. I’m already a little overwhelmed by the collards and kale and turnip greens and leeks and carrots and radishes that made it through the winter and are still waiting for me out in the garden, but now they are not alone.
There are new beds of collards and kale, joined by lettuce, spinach, chard, broccoli, Brussel sprouts, Chinese cabbage, and sugar peas. And onions — lots and lots of onions!
I don’t like raw onions and I cook with them very sparingly, so I am perfectly happy with an occasional bag of sweet onions from the store and a little patch of spring onions in the garden, but I have trouble doing justice to big beds of fat red and yellow and white onions.
I was okay with the first 36 onion sets that went in the ground a while back, and didn’t say anything when 40 more little baby onions appeared on the counter, ready to go out and grow into big onions. I figured I’d use a few and maybe we could give the rest away.
When a friend called to say that her husband had checked the wrong box on the order form and they had 30 bundles of onion sets instead of the three they intended and didn’t we want some, I thanked her but assured her that we had plenty.
Then I made the mistake of mentioning the call. Of course my husband wanted to help a friend, so he called back to say he would be right over.
He came home with three kinds of onions, 40 in each bundle.
If I can just learn to love onions, I guess I’ll never be hungry again.
—Jean McCamy is a Wake Forest artist.