Well, one of my first dinners was a chicken dish with sauteed garlic in the sauce. The recipe called for one clove of garlic. I had never cooked with fresh garlic, only powdered McCormick's. I began dinner around 5, to be done by 6:30. At 6, I was still frantically trying to peel the garlic. The mother arrived home early and asked what in the world I was doing. I apologized and explained I should have begun earlier, but I had no idea how long it was going to take to peel and dice a clove of garlic. Sitting next to me on the cutting board was a mound of garlic. I thought the entire garlic bulb = 1 clove. She graciously explained the error of my garlic understanding and together we had a good laugh, thankful me to not be fired on the spot! I will note the dish was saved and turned out quite delicious.
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I thought you were going to say that you tossed the whole thing into the dish, papery outsides and all.
ReplyDeleteHow funny! But I remember thinking the same thing too, before I really started cooking.
I have a visual and I am laughing yay hardily. Love Funny Story Friday! :)
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