Here is a funny story about the walking onions . When I was young and first married I gardened on my parents lot . I like storage onions . Love cooked onion but not green onions . Dad loved green onions and could wipe out my entire planting . So one year I planted a row of the top sets of the walking onions . As expected Dad hit them hard . Eventually they got strong = hot . He finally said what kind of onion did you plant . They are hot .
I told him what they were .
