Check Out My Husband's Onions!

Saturday evening, my husband rushed in the back door of the house and demanded that I come out to the garden to see his onions. I will admit I thought that sounded a lot like a euphemism for something else and gave him a very stern "DUDE! The kids are right here" look accompanied by an irritated crossing of my arms.

Then I looked outside.

Here's a sentence that I never thought I would say:

Check out my husband's onions!

There are about 150 onions laying on our picnic table. I don't know if you can see him or not, but Ninja Kitty is underneath the table. I'd like to think that he is guarding the onions from thieves, crooks, or onion eating animals, but I have a feeling that he's more likely completely freaked out and is hiding in the relative safety of the underside of the table.

Frankly, that many onions kinda freaks me out, too.

Fun fact: 150 onions has quite an … aroma.

Now the question is: What do I do with all of them?

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