At M's this morning I admired her walking onions. Then she told me that she pulls them up when they die back and cooks with them. Somehow I missed that step with mine, concentrating as I did on getting the heads to plant themselves to make more onions. So I went home and pulled up a bushel of weeds and found two onions that seemed ready, and I sliced them up and we had them with dinner. But not until I drew them. Nice red skins.