I think garlic might be my love language.
Well, let’s be clear. It’s not my only love language. Sunrises. Sunsets. Heart-shaped things appearing magically somewhere unexpected. Someone cooking for me. Little colored drawings from Madeline. Seeing Nick treat others with kindness.
Those are all bits and pieces of my love language as well.
But garlic? Man oh man, that’s definitely on the list.
On the kids’ list too, but only if they can’t see it.
Last week, when we grabbed some pizza after checking out an art exhibit, I watched as the kids carefully picked off bits of garlic on their pizza.
First they said they didn’t like garlic.
But then I explained how it’s been in, oh, the last 163 things I might have cooked.
So then Nick went on to clarify that recently, he had something at a relative’s house, and there was this HUGER THAN JUPITER piece of garlic on his dish and he just couldn’t.
So it’s only the big pieces that he doth protest.
Which means he’s all over these little bits of garlic deliciousness.
And inhaled three as soon as they came out of the oven.
Bread is that little thing you need on the table to round out everything and make it just about perfect. And well, including garlic is just about a home run.
If you ask me.
If garlic happens to be YOUR love language, it just might be your lucky day. Bake up a batch of these babies and you’ll be whistling dixie in no time.
Tomorrow? Christmas Lists and Santa visits!
Wednesday? A review on a new grilled cheese restaurant!
Thursday? A new recipe for Gazpacho Salad!
Friday? A review on a new art exhibit!
I always love seeing the behind-the-scenes peeks at how photographs get set up. Here’s a look at how I got the first shot above: