The other day a discussion broke out with someone about our pasta....I uses the term"our" loosely because although my husband is the cook, I find the bowl for the pasta and I always wash the bowl, So it's our pasta. The discussion went something like this...
"Do you put garlic in your pasta sauce?"
The pause between her words and my reaction could have been timed with a calendar. Do I put garlic in our sauce? No words would come that could properly answer such an odd question. Of course I put garlic in my sauce, I put garlic on my Rice Krispies. Not putting garlic on my sauce would make it just tomato debris. Garlic is the mother herb, the elixir of life....its garlic.
Then she said, "We need to know because we don't like garlic."
You don't like garlic? Just how do you ward off vampires?
No garlic......while processing that I thought of the people who look at me as though I am being punished because I don't drink. There are those who wonder how, or why, I ever wake up in the morning since I don't drink coffee. This is different, this is baseball without a hot dog. Thanksgiving without a turkey, Texas without chili.....Sauce without garlic?
So to all of you sidestepping garlic, I say, roast it, sauté it, chop it, or hang it from your ceiling.....but don't neglect the garlic.