You know that blond joke where the blond goes to the doctor and says “Doctor it hurts when I do this (pokes finger on leg) and when I do this (pokes finger on face) and this (pokes finger on arm)” and the doctor says “That’s because you’re finger is broken”?
Last night I made 44-clove garlic soup, from Smitten Kitchen and today I can’t escape the smell of garlic.* It seems like the bedroom smells and the bathroom smells and the kitchen smells and the couch smells and, jeez, just everywhere I go smells like garlic! How long do you think it took before this blond figured out her finger was broken?
Apparently, the smell/taste(?) of garlic is not only coming off my skin but has made it into my breastmilk and Baby Evan LOVES IT. So despite his sharp, pointy teeth and super pale skin I guess we’ve ruled out any possibility he’s a vampire (unless he’s one of those stupid, wimpy Twilight vampires who aren’t allergic to garlic and spend all their time sparkling and stalking women). He nursed ALL NIGHT and then four more times before 11 am and made “ah-ah-ah-ah-ah” noises every time I tried to detach him for a minute. I’m hoping this is just temporary. No one’s ever smelled like garlic FOREVER, right? Maybe if I start mixing garlic into his baby food I’ll have more success with the solids. What do you think we should start with, mango-pear & garlic or apple-banana & garlic?
*For the record, it was totally worth it. Oh em gee is that soup delicious and creamy and so so easy, even with my ridiculously cheap leaky blender.