It’s more like a Proceed At Your Own Risk post.
I love garlic. It is probably my favorite seasoning of all time, and yes. It’s a seasoning. Not a vegetable seasoned with something else. Or it shouldn’t be,anyway. I have experience with this.
The other night, Mr. Rootie was out of town on business, and I took the opportunity to make something New And Different. To me, anyway. I’d never made it before. Since we in this household are enamored of roasted garlic, it seemed like a good thing.
And if one head of roasted garlic in a pot of tomato sauce is good, then how much better could 4 heads in a pot of broth with a few noodles be? LOTS BETTER, I TELL YOU WHAT!
I am not posting pictures, because the ones on that web site are lovely, so look at them. Also, those are pretty much exactly like what I made, only I used a rich homemade chicken stock instead of water. Because stock is almost always better than water in a soup. Right? Right.
The soup was made and eaten like French Onion Soup with a slice of crusty bread and cheese on top (I used asiago because gruyere is hard to find in this town).
It was delicious. Pungent, but delicious. Comments were made about a low risk of intestinal parasites in the future.
The next day, when Himself returned from his trip (it was Valentine’s Day) he gave me a hug and said “you smell like garlic.” I was horrified mainly because this was late afternoon and I had gone all day long being around people and completely unaware that there was an aroma utterly unlike the C.O. Bigelow Lemon perfume I typically wear. The horror was then doubled with the realization that garlic and lemons only really go well together on a roasted (or grilled) chicken or possibly in some hummus, and I am neither of those things.
So. The moral of this story is two-fold:
1. If you make the soup, make sure your significant other eats it as well.
2.If you eat the soup, either sequester yourself for a few days (if you are self-conscience as I am), or at the very least wear that aroma with pride.
3. and don’t eat it within several days of taking a long flight on an airplane.
Then there’s this: If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.