Ma Nourriture
A century ago a French writer used the term "rose puante" to describe garlic. It's debateable whether he meant "stinking rose" affectionately or not, but it stuck. Just like the smell itself, causing equally questionable affection between couples where one is a lover and the other a hater.
Despite it's BO issues, garlic stays as captivating in the kitchen as it has been for millenia: used for cooking, as a medicine and even for pest control, although protection against the supernatural was a more modern development. Scientists and nutrionists today are finding evidence of the healing properties the ancients simply believed in, and chefs and their adoring diners continue discovering the endless versatility of this root vegetable.
Can you tell that I'm in love?
Tastewise, I can't get enough of garlic. But I discovered the hard way (again) that too much of a good thing can indeed be bad. Despite what I saw as my culinary prowess with the clove, I hadn't realised glorious garlic was a FODMAP food until I stuffed myself with it!
Aside from stuffing, I love to add whole garlic to my roasts or steamed veg. One day, drunk on this love, I ate too much and began drunkenly belching. Garlic-scented. My near-heartbreak (as a life without garlic would seem a flavourless death to me) launched me into the complex world of FODMAP quantities and led me to discover that 'all in moderation' is not just a preachy phrase used by the unadventurous. I was lucky enough to find that tempering my urge to garlic-binge means that, unlike most of my previous FODMAP affairs, garlic and I... c'est pour la vie.
Crush, chop, roast
Love!
(If you can... only as much as you can)