Mama always told me to plant three of everything. That way, at least something would come up.
With my luck, they all come up. And then when I thin them to one, the strongest, most robust one suddenly decides it’s not so sure it wants to live, after all. (Sigh.) Seedlings. They can be so difficult.
My husband eats the ones we cut back. I used to think he was pulling my leg, but no, they are very tender. And good!