Monday, September 24, 2007

The Bloody, Nearly Tragic History of 80 Heads of Garlic


... At least, there used to be 80. I ate many of 'em already. And despite their terrible history, they're really quite delicious.




Our story begins on July 4, when I picked up a brochure about eating local foods, while whooping it up at the annual parade in Saxton's River, Vermont. I love Saxton's River (the town, that is). They sell a T-shirt in the little grocery store that advertises a town population of approximately 800.




Anyway, one of the articles (http://www.carolineabels.net/articles/Local_Banquet) was about a farm right on the road where our cabin is located. I like Livewater Farm, especially because for years they altered the cattle crossing road sign to have a picture of a cow with a head on both of its ends, right over a "No Nukes" sticker. The owners, Muffin and Bill Acquaviva, are famous for their garlic, which intrigued me. The only garlic I had ever bought was the nasty supermarket stuff, probably from China, which was always at least a year old before it got to the produce aisle. So I wanted to bang on the Livewater Farm door and beg them for the fresh stuff. We were on vacation, every day was filled with things to do, and I never got the chance.




Finally, on the last day at the cabin, we stuffed the ol' SUV to the gills and got ready to head back to New Yawk. While my husband was busy shutting down, locking up, etc., I let the kids play near the brook that runs along the driveway. I was just musing on how peaceful life could be, when I heard the unearthly screech of a wounded 6-year-old and the cries of his 9-year-old brother. Scotty came running inside, covered with blood and dripping it from his hand. I got him to assume the "Statue of Liberty" pose while I quickly assessed the damage and determined that a Bandaid simply would not do the trick. Ryan, my older child, told me in a voice filled with horror and fascination about what had happened: The children were cutting up horsetail reeds to make beads for a necklace, when Scotty accidentally inserted the top joint of his index finger between the blades of the scissors.




Not long after I got the kids to calm down, and Scotty's finger wadded with tissues (still in statue pose), we bade farewell to July 4 and the cabin, and I drove to Brattleboro Memorial Hospital. Well, almost. I mean, the farm WAS on the way, and it WAS during the hours when the Acquavivas would be at home ... You understand, don't you?




Unfortunately, Muffin told me the garlic wouldn't be ready for another week or two. So we went on to the hospital, where Scotty's wound was dressed and he was proclaimed a hero. The finger is perfectly fine now, by the way.




And the garlic ...




Well, my husband had to go back to Vermont for some house maintenance, and I put in a simple request. A few days later, he called me to tell me he had boarded the ferry for home, and that he had cursed me for about three hours. It seems that 80 heads of garlic have a rather powerful odor in an enclosed car ...




And I plan to eat all of it!


4 comments:

Tina Sams said...

And the little toy man on the garlic? What is the story there? heh heh heh.
Nice blog, I like the look too.

Herbfarmer said...

Love it! Love it! Love it!

Marty said...

What a GREAT story -
ANDDDDDDDDDDD you have lots of garlic - we are planting our garlic i about two weeks sooooo we will have tons for next year :( Didn't get any planated this year but we had so much in California that the neighbors thought I should set up a stand and it was soooooooo good - YUMMY!!!! Definately NOT the "made in China" type!!

sunrose112@aol.com said...

Hi Geri~~
great photo of the garlic. as a garlic lover myself, we grow our own. Here in NY we plant on Columbus day weekend. My Brother is garlic keeper, who keeps track and plants for me here. And the 'scapes' which are the flower in the summer .. I call .. 'alien sperms' LOL .. I cut them and put them in a vase. People are always so shocked to learn .. they are the 'garlic flower'.
your blog is lovely .. I look forward to reading more as you go.
you are now an 'official blogster'.!
Rosanne
www.SunRoseAromatics.blogspot.com