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Garlic's rant on mincing

A couple of weeks ago, I signed up for a daily writing prompt.  I figured it was a good way to make sure that I wrote every day and was challenged to look at different subjects.

Earlier this week the prompt was to write about something that is minced.  Since cooking is a life-giving passion, I immediately thought about garlic, but took it in a different direction:  from the point of view of the garlic.  The short ditty turned out somewhat mischievous and playful.

After talking with several people recently, it appears that there are several of us who could use some laughter, mirth and merriment.

lighthearted and cheeky

There are three key ingredients to most savory dishes in this household – salt pepper and garlic.  It’s like the Holy Grail to cooking.

Here’s my take on the subject:

Sure, I’m not quite round, sometimes a bit bulbous and my skin is rather papery, thin and fragile.  I peel rather easily, especially if I’ve taken a good smack on the board.  Why do the chefs always think they need to smack me around?  They sure don’t treat the tomatoes or pears like that – really, now!

My preference is roasting, all wrapped up and slathered with olive oil and placed in a toasty oven; much kinder, more gentle method of obtaining my flavor.  Even slicing me is preferable to the mincing that often occurs.

Oh, I know they want my pungency mingled in the whole pot, but you just try being stuffed into that uncomfortable contraption and then squeezed through those little bitty holes.  It’s like trying to squeeze into spanx that is two sizes too small.  Maybe that’s my sweet revenge.  I’ll give them my deliciousness.  They’ll eat more and we all know the results!  The spanx and jeans are now several sizes too small!

Hmmm…what savory supper is lurking, just waiting for me to be tossed in?  I will win this bulging battle!

Any reference to shape, size or papery skin is merely coincidental.  Enjoy your day.

Lighthearted and cheeky ~ Missy

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