Wild Onions/Crow Poison/To Die or ...............

Evening Everybody,

The weather has been cloudy all day and it's cool. This is the kind of weather I adore. Cool enough to sleep good at night, but warm days. Seventy-five degrees was the high today. I feel invigorated!

This is gonna be short cause I don't have any pictures to show you.

I saw a friend on Face book posted some pictures of wild onions and ask if anyone liked wild onions and scrambled eggs. Yum! Yum! BUT, we haven't had any at our house since 1983. Here goes the story of why I don't pick wild onions anymore.

We were all talking about having a good ole mess of wild onions and eggs. This is really a serious kind of delicacy here in Oklahoma in March and early April. You only have one chance a year. My dad told me to go  to the back yard and down by the tree there were some wild onions. I spotted them easily and gathered enough for one mess. That's what they call it here in Oklahoma. I know, we're kinda strange talkers, but we mean well.

I cleaned them and washed them and cooked them up in my iron skillet. I didn't happen to be hungry, but tool man ate his fair share. Of course my kids were about 7 and 9 years old back then and the word they used was, YUCK!


Tool man left that night on the truck(he used to drive a truck) and I didn't hear from him for a couple of days. Back then a cell phone was futuristic for our family. When he did call, he asked if any of us had been sick. He then told me just how sick he had been that night.

When he got home, we all were talking about it and my dad asked me to show him the spot where I picked the green onions. I showed him and he kinda grinned and told me I had picked crow poison instead of onions. I didn't know it, but crow poison grows straight like a wild onion and looks remarkably like them, well they did to me.

He asked me if I had smelled them and I said they smelled like wild onions to me. We laughed, but poor ole tool man still won't eat wild onions and scrambled eggs.

And that's why we/I do not pick any wild onions anymore.

Until Later,
Okie Girl @ Home