After an embarassingly long time in the I12 refrigerator, an onion sprouted (by sprouted we mean foot long stalk). Upon the discovery of the onion sprout, the plant was immediately trasplanted. From there it took off with its curvy growth pattern and awe-inspiring (as well as smelling) bloom. Like the fragile beauty of a snowflake when exposed to the furry of heat, the onion plant departed from this life early one morning during breakfast with a soft thud. It’s rotted stalk could no longer support its vigorous growth. See our new onion gallery.