DANG. I have the worst garlic breath right now.

I might have brushed my mouth 5x.  

I took the weekend off from fishing to hang out with my wife.  fish are biting, but my wife needs me as well.  we ended up running around and talking/;laughing.   we hit a farmer's market for stuff to eat.

we met a Garlic Farmer.  first off, it needs saying.  I never buy imported garlic, ever.  I live near Gilroy, the garlic hotspot around here.  plus those plastic mesh tubes of garlic are an enigma.  they are identical to each other.  five perfectly sized garlic bulbs.  perfectly white skinned.  no roots.  they dont sprout ever.  unnatural juju, if you ask me. 

I like garlic with dirt stains.  roots even.  no Stepford Wives garlic.  this older farmer taught us a bunch of stuff.  we bought two types.  German Red and a Russian Bogatyr.  both super peppery, super super spicy.  when we left he admonished us, "remember, use 1/3 of what you typically use..."

I cooked with the German Red last night.  phoosh!!  I am vampire-proof now.  luckily so Is my wife.  I actually took a thin sliver and bit into it.  it was HOT.  spicy!!  now we are where we are.  stinky breath.  hahah.

I love garlic, and I am loving finding a new source of some high end stuff.