Whenever Max goes out into the field and hoes the rows of garlic with the tractor, every now and then whole garlic plants get pulled along by the hoe. My husband is thrilled, I'm not so happy because these plants end up on the kitchen counter, which is already piled high by us and our four children. And there are more and more. And then they disappear in a flash. We are all extremely hungry for the first garlic. These beautiful, snow-white, fresh, fragrant bulbs are gobbled up, boiled, grilled, fried. One thing they won't do: keep. Yeees, and the six of us will proudly stink of garlic during the Whitsun holidays!
