Our
garlic has had a good month plus of drying
time hanging under the eaves, so I decided it was time to clean it
up and move it inside for storage. I took down our strands of
garlic, rubbed the dirt out of the roots, and trimmed both roots and
leaves back. Next step was sorting --- I like to pull out the
very biggest heads for planting, and at the same time I set aside the
tiny or damaged heads for immediate eating. We've saved lots of
mesh bags from buying oranges and onions, so I popped each variety into
its own bag and put the whole mess on our scales.
"How
many pounds of garlic do you think we grew this year?" I asked Mark
minutes later, wanting to brag.
"Six pounds?" was his
less than ambitious reply.
"No!" I hooted.
"25.5, plus whatever we've eaten in the last month." Then, as the
wheels turned in my head, I added "That's half a pound of garlic per
week. Do you think we grew too much?"
Mark got a puzzled look
on his face --- clearly, the idea of too much garlic had never occurred
to him. "Of course not," he answered. "You'd better get
cooking!" Garlic green beans for supper it was.