Way back last Thanksgiving or so, the wife sent me to the store to get a few things. I was trying to kill time so as not to have to do other things at the house and decided to take a stroll though the produce section. Going to every bin, looking at every label. While I’m aware that a lot of the produce at the grocery store is shipped in from out of state and more commonly from out of country, what amazed me the most was the miles the garlic and ginger traveled to get where they were. China. The garlic came from China. I thought about it for a while trying to figure out the reason to ship it all that way, when in fact its pretty darn simple to grow.
Here in Texas, I plant garlic on the day of the Autumnal Equinox. Usually around September 20 or so. Separating the bulbs into individual cloves, I planted each one 6 inches apart. Watered the bed once or twice the first week planted and never messed with them again until March. Water once a week for a month, and then left it alone all of April until May arrived.
When May came around, I carefully dug up each plant and left them on the back porch to dry and cure for month. Last weekend I attempted to braid the garlic but the final product was ugly, so I took the scissors to the tops
Can you smell it? It’s just begging to be used.