Last night, after I whipped up a little broccoli and walnut pasta with plenty of garlic and pecorino, we sat down to dinner. Ernie, my four-year-old, pulled a thin sliver of garlic out of his dish.
“Mama, what’s this?”
“That’s a piece of garlic, sweetie.”
Piece of garlic goes into young lad’s mouth. Young lad chews and swallows with determination.
“I like garlic,” he proclaims proudly and with the pointed enthusiasm of discovery , “I’m a garlic man.”
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