An onion stole my heart.
She was there. Sitting at the bottom of the crisper drawer. She had been there since last week. When she first arrived home she was a robust, round, white and magnificent whole onion. Little by little and day after day, she lost bits and pieces here and there. It all probably started with a quiche, then soup followed by a mediterranean salad. The day before yesterday, all that was left was barely a stub. And then, she decided to live. She decided that life was worth living, even in a dark and cold place like the fridge. Roots began sprouting. Bright green leaves popped from the top of the stub. This onion simply and decidedly refused to stop living. Yesterday morning, when I saw her lying all chopped but yet lush and lively, her plan to escape death was a complete success. She stole my heart.
So I decided to give her the chance she deserves. A bright clean mason jar became her new home. The technique to keep her alive is basically the same I use for sprouting seeds at home. She gets watered twice a day and tons of sunlight. No living thing that hangs onto life that way deserves to die.
Here’s to you, my new and beloved Onion Sprout. May you live a long and happy life.