Onion braids

Yesterday I harvested our onions and let them dry in the sun for a bit while I went to a movie. I braided them in the evening, all the while singing tunes from Mamma Mia and, I'm sure, driving W crazy as he passed me onions. My boys don't share exactly the same taste as I do in music. My ABBA and Bee Gees CDs seem to disappear every once in a while and my favourite Queen CD has been missing from my car for months. I'm a little suspicious. Once, when we were in the car and I was listening to the BeeGees W asked me what BG stood for and I told him it was the brothers Gibb. Without missing a beat W said it sounded more like it should be sisters Gibb. I guess he doesn't appreciate how talented one must be to have such a range in voice. Hummph.

Back to the onions - my neighbour showed how to braid them years ago and I quite like having them hanging on the wall ready to be used. I take almost as much pleasure from it as I do from seeing the shelves full of preserves in my coldroom. My garlic stems were too dry to properly braid by the time I harvested them so I will have to satisfy myself with just onion braids this year.