Member Rara Avis
I like garlic. When I cook, I add it to most meats and some few vegetables. It took a lot of experimenting, over the course of many years, to discover the power of seasoning.
It could have gone a different way.
I can almost imagine a younger me, a more adventurous me, adding garlic to my corn flakes or vanilla ice cream. Yuck. Or, probably worse and certainly more likely, adding too much garlic to a friend's stuffed pork chop and spoiling it for them. Had I ruined too many meals, for too many people, I could see myself giving up on garlic entirely. At some point, I would have to stop blaming the garlic, stop blaming the meat or vegetables, stop blaming the too sensitive taste buds of other people, and accept that I just didn't get it. If I ruined too many meals, and especially if I looked around and realized everyone else was seemingly cooking good meals without incident, I'd like to think I'd be open minded enough to understand and accept my own limitation.
If that sounds a little far fetched, I should probably add that, today and for most of ten years, I only use garlic when I'm eating alone.
Some people just don't get garlic. Some never will. Grace, I think, comes from knowing when it's time to leave the kitchen.