The first year I moved to Marquette I went hiking with some new friends. As we left a hilltop and moved into the still spring damp lowlands I noticed a distinct aroma. "Why does it smell like onion?" I asked. Bending down, one of the hikers wrestled with some broad green leaves scattered all around us. What he dug out was reminiscent of green onion, or a very small spring onion. That night at camp we roasted the bulbs and leaves over the fire and ate them whole-delicious.