Tuesday, December 24, 2002 :::
My brother's culinary skills far exceed mine, but there was an exception. Growing up, we had always used garlic in its powdered form, and I learned to deal with the fresh stuff during college. I gave my brother a somewhat mean introduction to the potency of fresh garlic.
He was visiting, and we were aiming to make two or three servings of spaghetti sauce. I had acquired a head of garlic for the occasion. I was just finishing the peeling of a clove, when he held up the rest of the head and asked, "will this be enough?" I looked down at the clove I had just peeled, thought for a moment, and handed it to Dean, saying, "eat this." Dean popped it in his mouth, bit down, and started hopping around, retaining the presence of mind to locate the sink before spitting it out.
I like to think that was worse than my usual treatment of him, and I hope he doesn't remember it too acutely when showing me his curry recipe later this week.
::: posted by Steven at 6:28 PM
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