Well, the onions in my pantry think it is Spring. The weather has been rather indecisive, switching between winter and summer with a only a few hours of pleasantness in between. I hadn’t even opened this bag of onions yet. I briefly thought about planting them, but I have no soil prepared, and have had abysmal luck with growing onions in the past. So I freed them from the bag and chopped up the sprouted bulbs. The outer layers were rather gooey and I discarded them, but the inside still had nice crisp onion bits. The sprouts themselves taste just a little stronger than scallions, so I chopped them separate and will use them for my egg drop soup. The rest I tucked into my freezer for use later, since I don’t use three onions at a time. Though if I did, I would probably get my six feet of separation without having to ask, or sidling quietly sideways. That is one recommendation that I already practiced pre-pandemic, as I have a very large personal space.