Just pulled a fresh garlic plant from the garden. It yields easly from
it's bed of two year old vintage chicken manure compost. The morning dew was
still on the bright green leaves. The whole plant had a rich earthy smell.
As I carefully removed the bulb wrappers, I could see the delicate pure
white cloves beneath. Each clove looked like it was made of pure white
porcelain. I whipped a batch of fresh bread from the kitchen wood stove,
slapped on some unsalted butter and dipped the fresh, virgin clove in rock
salt. OHHHHHHHHH YAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSS. Life is rough!!