One of the hardest things for me to believe, to wrap my head around, to even begin to comprehend is...how someone can not like like garlic.
I've never met such a person but I know one exists...one lurks.
Anyone out there that doesn't like garlic? Please please explain. I am desperate to understand you.
Hear me out.
I love garlic. I find myself including it in at least one meal a day. So for me it is an awesome ingredient with one caveat: not too much.
I went to a restaurant in L.A. called the The Stinking Rose. Everything, absolutely everything except for the drinks has garlic as a central ingredient. I thought it was totatlly cool, ate the meal, desert. Went home couldn't sleep. There was this strange metabolic heat that was emanating from my visceral organs. I also had to sleep with my mouth open cause it felt as if my mouth were a blow dryer on really low speed pushing out noxious digestive garlic by product.
So there I was in super light sleep, face up, mouth agape praying for the food gods to destroy me.
Posted by: E&J Guzman at January 11, 2006 3:28 PMI ended a meaningful relationship after I learned of her allergy to garlic.
(You can't trust anyone who doesn't like the tasty pearls from God.)
I ate at the Stinking Rose in San Franny and had a garlic basted steak and garlic ice cream. Also took home a bottle of garlic olive oil. Nothing's repeated on me yet. :)
