I had me a wander down Cardiff Bay before my graveyard shift tonight, for the Food Festival. Mmm… my fave stall (thegarlicfarm from The Isle Of Wight) made a return appearance (YaY!) And I got me a plait of Violet garlic bulbs.
O0-eR! Yes Please!
~Slurpz~ is vile stuff and is absolutely delicious YumYumZ! It’s very strong garlic that annually sets people running in the opposite direction from my general vicinity, as its odiferous prowess pours out of my pores.
Tastes in Britain are far more exploratory than when I first moved here. But, a lot of folks are still garlic-phobic and every year I get moaned at for eating this stuff. And, youse knows what?... Poppycocks! says I. ‘Cause not only is it yummy – it’s good for my poor circulation and improves the ol’ sewage works too.
So, I poo-poo their anti-allium antics, munch like a madman possessed and embrace the temporary recluse-inducing gastronomic delight. I will admit one thing, mind – for the next month/month-and-a-half or so, my improved secondary output will result in what even I have to admit, will be enough of an odour to tempt the Porcelain Godess to crack her gleaming surface.