I hope you’re not disappointed, but you don’t really get salad.
When I was a kid every Spring the onions would start growing. My brothers and I, as we’d traipse through the hills of SoCal, would dig them up and eat the root bulbs. Dirty, unwashed root bulbs. Do you think we’d touch an onion if Mom cooked it with dinner. Au contraire. Onions were disgusting! And yet, we’d eat weed roots that resembled onions. Looking back, I’m not really sure they were actually onions. Leave it to me and my brothers to wander around grazing on weeds.
These same oniony-looking things are all over the place.