Those photos, top and bottom? They are why I grow garlic. That, and . . . I can. I didn't know that before last year. That I can grow garlic. That it would be so easy and so satisfying.
How can I explain what it's like to walk out to the garden, dig up a huge head of garlic, wash it, peel it, roast, saute, grate raw, do whatever with it, fresh from the earth?
The cloves are pure, pure white. Moist. Mild yet unmistakably garlicky. No bitter germ here.
As they dry and cure their pungent odor wafts about the kitchen; not overbearing, but a gentle reminder that cloves are at hand when you need them and that you will need fewer in each dish with the ageing.
If you're a garlic lover, as in more is always better, - better yet, if you grow your own - you know of what I speak.
I've just pulled the last of this year's crop. The braid you see below is a small example of my hoard and I hope I will have enough to last through the winter.
Already I'm turning and feeding the garden beds for an early spring planting when I plan to double the crop.
I also plan to document the process and will bring it to these pages as the months progress. I'm even going to experiment with planting a few in pots, just to see how they do. I'll let you know.
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