You know you've gotten old when excitement comes in the form of a bag of mystery bulbs.
We start of our tale in the best of all possibly places... Chinatown. Your plucky heroine had a hankering for wonton noodles that needed to be appeased. Having escaped from babysitting duty, I made my way through the post-Thanksgiving crowds, browsing the open air markets for any goodies that might be on offer. Throughout the market, I noticed a few places offering what looked to be little, mesh bags of small onions. We're talking about something the size of a small shallot, but not as long.
At one stall, these little bulbs were just laid out on take out containers, and had started to sprout. Very intriguing! On my way back home, wonton dreams realized, I circled back to the market hoping to get some answers. One very confusing exchange later in which no information was gained, I ended up with a bag full of bulbs.
Mystery bulbs for the win! I asked the little old lady what the bulbs were for and the only thing I really learned was that they'll grow to be very pretty for me if I put them...somewhere? Considering that I only paid $1 for what I later counted to be 24 bulbs, I'm ok with the ambiguity.
Once I got home, I took a closer look at my unexpected bounty. It was a literal mixed bag. Some where in great condition, some were decidedly not. They smelled a bit like onion, but didn't look like onion starts. That being said, they had sprouted a bit, and it was out of season for onions to grow, so I'm not sure where that left me.
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