There is one certainty in my life, and that is that I LOVE garlic. Think about it- garlic has a bite, can make pretty much anything taste delicious, and is chock-a-block full of healthy goodness. I’ve decided that I’m basically like Popeye with his spinach, except my magical power source stems from this heavenly fragranced bulb of goodness.Nevertheless, not all relationships are perfect, and there is one fundamental problem related to my illustrious love for garlic . Although I love garlic, I HATE (I stress HATE) when someone acquires the dreaded GARLIC BREATH. Although my mom taught me from an early age that hate is a strong word, I mean it. Garlic breath can be compared to the scent of 600 smelly teenage boy soccer cleats condensed into a room without air circulation. Add the smell of 1000 old smelly panting dogs , and there you have it… garlic breath.
Although it does seem like true love at times, garlic has an evil, stinky underbelly that I have trouble coping with. Just know that if I ever spray you in the face with Listerine or unyieldingly demand you eat gum… you probably had garlic for lunch/dinner 🙂