Wow.
Uh. *she closes her eyes for a moment, embarassed* Well.
Sirens. Flashing lights. Relationships.
Didn't expect myself to get all deep and unnecessarily fem-otional like that on a Saturday afternoon. That was a little more intense than I thought. Here's a little secret, though. The outpouring might have had something to do with a "W." Yes, there was a "W" yesterday and Ws hurl me at supernatural speeds into some psychotic parallel universe. It has nothing to do with the typical underlying emotions that spin the majority of females into a wildly romantic longing -- romance, love, and happily ever afters. Please. It doesn't take a wedding to get me into that kind of mood.
But, I'm not saying I'm a robot about weddings. No matter whose wedding it is, even if it's the 14th time I've seen Luka and Laura's, I always cry. It's just such a pity to see a good woman symbolically throw her entire future away with the simple toss of unnecessarily expensive-because-they're-imported, half-wilted flowers, don't you think? ;) How's that for fem-otional? It's just that Ws make me throw up a little. Something about chipper chicken that I refuse to touch and "open bar." I did throw up a little. About once every hour from midnight to morning. It was very classy. As per usual.
What is this blog about again?
Food, or something? The Delicious Life. Oh yeah. Food.
So, since Google is faster than I am (damn you, Google, damn you to heck!) and has already cached my humiliating sentiments about "fire" into digital blackmail, there's no point in denying anything or *gasp!* deleting a post (I've already tried that, and look where it got me). I'm just moving forward with a slightly renewed interest in the thing that no matter what, gets me hotter than hotness in an uber-hot heat wave.
Food. Nothing fancy. Just a head of garlic, shed of its top, rubbed down with olive oil, and wrapped up in a foil sauna for about 45 minutes. I am very stingy with the L-word when it comes to real life, but in The Delicious Life, I give it out like Nelly Furtado. I l-o-v-e roasted garlic. I love it so much that I can hardly contain myself when the tiny, wrinkled, blistered thing comes out of the oven. I have no patience. I can't wait. I can't hold myself back. I'll slip one of those luscious cloves out of its little cell and put it right in my mouth.
Holy Burning Hotness. Always. Always. Always, I burn my lips, my tongue, and the roof of my mouth, but always, always always, it is worth it.
(By the way, roasted garlic does absolutely nothing to help a hangover.)
Roasted Garlic Recipe
If you're hungover like I was hungover, plop 2 Alka-Seltzer in a ½ c. water. Shoot it like the 4 Citron/sodas you did last night. *ouch*
Preheat oven to 350.
Slice about ¼ to ½ inch off the "top" of a head (bulb?) of garlic. Drizzle with 1 Tbsp olive oil. Wrap in foil. You can do this with as many bulbs as you'd like. Wrap them each individually, though.
Roast in oven for about 45 minutes, or until cloves are soft.
Who Else Roasted Garlic into Sexy Smoothness?
Home Recipes: Slow-roasted Garlic (Nov 2006)
Simply Recipes: Roasted Garlic Recipe (Jan 2006)
The Cooking Diva: The Joy of Garlic (Oct 2005)
Merri Musings: Roasted Garlic Recipe (Feb 2005)
** a year ago today, who invented the remix? we did. beef pot pie **
GT says
Have you had the fresh garlic sitting in garlic juice? (yes, I'm aware that sounds strange)
sarah says
gt: is it an asian thing? i have had something like garlic that is pickled, but not plain old garlic in garlic juice. it sounds ...incredible.
Acme Instant Food says
I have this friend who really loves roasted garlic...
KIDDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You are blocking me in the future, aren't you? :)
sarah says
acme: i'm sorry. did you say something?
*damn delete-comment button not working*
;)
GT says
sarah - yeah, it's an asian thing. Kinda looks like the garlic you have pictured, but pickled. You just peel off a clove and eat. Oh, you know what else is good? Fresh garlic with some Chinese sausages in a warm, soft bun (those white asian ones). Mmmm. ......
Anonymous says
Valentine’s day today & weddings,
*delete button working today* ;)
Add to previous comment from prior entry, the following innuendo theme words: “de-Nile” & “love” the two things most central to Sarah now, since she started her blog. It’s a bit of a heartache to see this in Sarah, from the DH/WC original entry, still to this day…denial of what’s really at the core of all of this behavior. Brush your teeth, floss, gargle with lots of mouthwash….Oh geez Sarah, you so need to be kissed. And I don’t mean that in a singular, simple way.
From the most brilliantly written, humorous TV show ever, the excellent season 3, episode 2 of "Northern Exposure:
http://homepage.eircom.net/~odyssey/Quotes/Popular/TV/NExposure_s3.htm
“It's more than sex. I want to go on a walk with her. I want to feed her. I want to read Sendak to her.”
- Chris, about Irene
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"Think about a woman. Doesn't know you're thinking about her. Doesn't care you're thinking about her. Makes you think about her even more."
- Chris, on unrequited affection
"The rejection has been devastating. It's like an emotional tsunami. I'm in this excruciating pain. I feel like I'm losing my mind. It's great! Thanks for the experience."
- Chris, to Irene
"Fleischman, you don't understand anything that's not in a book. Not makeup. Not men. Not me. You haven't a clue."
- An irate Maggie to Joel
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You said it best, Will. "Love looks not with eye but with the mind, And therefore is the wing'd Cupid painted blind."
- Chris on the air, quoting "A Midsummer Night's Dream"
Oh yes, now what was this blog about again? Helping Sarah to express and share her love of food, to deal with stress, which is a metaphor… ah let me get into that with you later DS, you silly sweet lovable woman.
I like garlic; it’s not an Asian thing. Sarah’s not Asian; she’s garlic & sapphires. There is a time and place for everything (talking to Sarah while she’s getting over a hangover, is not conducive to much in the way of introspection or worth while communication). I’m addicted to TJ’s soy crisps, the olive oil, garlic, & feta flavored version. Pungent, but bad for you; even at 31.5 g of protein per bag.
Remember those Vietnamese sausages DG posted a pix on her blog, the ones studded with whole garlic cloves?
Rant mode: why, oh why, do the chef’s in many of our local dim sum service restaurants kill the delicate yin-yang balance of complexity of flavors in steamed dumplings with an excess of garlic!?!? I’ve noticed this more and more over the last few years. Is it because the other ingredients aren’t as fresh and they’re trying to mask the off flavors with massive amounts of garlic? Or is it they’ve all developed a garlic fetish like Sarah? ;)
Acme Instant Food says
Happy Valentine's Day!
Pascal says
Thank you for including me, Sarah! I feel honored to be in such good company :)