GARLIC LOVER

First time out amongst friends for nigh on three months.
First time on public transport also - Metro & the 95 Bus.

Left CC himself, Sophie & Mateo.

Sophie, with the big smile & the turquoise gilet has found a farmer who delivers good things to good people. This evening she roasted slices of delicious lamb scattered with cloves of super fresh garlic which you only have to squish & spit out the skins to be in heaven!

I fell in love with garlic when my parents went to live in France in 1951 - the Paris Metro was an exciting aromascape of the unwashed, Chanel N° 5, wine, Gauloises & garlic...

My mother would daringly put a couple of cloves into her Boeuf Bourguignon & rubbed the salad bowl with crushed garlic. She would send me heads of garlic in food parcels to my boarding school. Garlic was subject to much racist suspicion in those days in England. I pickled it & crushed it spread on my Marmite butties & gained a welcome space around myself in the school choir!

Later on as a 3rd mate on the SS Pinjarra we had the champion garlic eater of all time - he was a Sikh quartermaster whose toxic halitosis would have zonked the Covid19 virus at two metres No problem!