A gorgeous mess of garlic cloves ready for chopping
My favorite part of my busy housewife day is when I get the chance to cook. But, one thing I absolutely enjoy doing in the entire cooking process is chopping garlic. Why?
I do love plucking off each clove out of that compact bulb, how silky the translucent skin slides on my fingertips.
I do love how easily you can peel off the skin by giving the clove a nice whack under the knife, a good way to let out some of the aggression.
Whapak!
I do love the rhythmic swishing, squishing sound of the steel knife cutting through the naked clove.
I do love how the garlic aroma penetrates through the crevices of my child-like fingers.
I do love how it gets me to focus in the moment and feel that everything is moving in beautiful slow-motion.
Who would have thought that this can be a strangely spiritual experience for me? How I wish I need garlic in every dish I cook, just to get some of my natural garlic high. I could seriously chop garlic for two hours straight (maybe even more) and love every second of it.
Do you also share the same feelings about chopping garlic? Probably not. I am just so weird.
Delirious about delicious,
Didi
