Way out west, across the country along the coast is the garlic capital of the world: Gilroy.
I’ve never been to their annual garlic festival, but we had a bit of a garlic fest this past weekend on our trip to The Farm, where we celebrated September birthdays – a 9 – a 21 – and a 64.
The planned celebration had very little to do with garlic. We even almost forgot it in the mega batch of chili. Almost.
But on Sunday afternoon, garlic was the star attraction. My sisters, parents and a Dom peeled and broke up hundreds of cloves of garlic for planting.
In the process, I pulled a few gems out to stock my kitchen for the next few months and maybe to give away to friends.
I also set aside a few cloves for planting in the backyard…just to see what comes up.
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