I wonder how any of us can ever become who we’re really meant to be without first shedding that protective layer we all wear so well. Garlic looks so deceiving. You got to get inside a person–like with garlic.
We were in the kitchen and as usual, I was relegated to the mundane duty of opening wine. In this house, there was only one cook. I was the sampler, occasionally invited to stir a pot while she chopped garlic in artistic style, again insisting that the misshapen cloves were key ingredients for every recipe.