Once upon a time, I met a small-time farmer who sold garlic at a Seattle farmer's market. At that time I thought all garlic came in one variety: small and white, the kind you find at the grocery story. Garlic was garlic. There wasn't much variety.
This farmer blew my mind with the varieties they had. Black garlic, elephant garlic, French red garlic, Bulgarian garlic, purple garlic; all the different varieties in all different sizes. The best part is that he knew which varieties would go best in what I was cooking. Their face lit up as I was all too happy to learn what they knew about this precious plant.
I went home with three different bulbs. Don't remember what varieties they were now, but I do remember that farmer. I remember wanting to be as dedicated to a plant as they were. To feel the same kind of joy in sharing knowledge.
Maybe its time to plant some garlic now that I have my own tiny patio garden. #BloomStories#bloomscrolling#garlic#Gardening#GardenStories#microfiction
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