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Thursday, May 08, 2014

green garlic

Today I sent Ming to pick collards in the backyard as a dinner ingredient.  He came back in with an onion, saying the onion was in his way.  But then he washed and trimmed it, and it wasn't an onion--it was garlic! 

So I chopped up the whole head for inclusion in our dinner.  "Are we going to smell like garlic for days?" I asked Ming.  We decided that would be okay.

But it doesn't seem to be happening.  But it's great in the burritos to get a big chunk of mild, crunchy garlic. 


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