So, this is a little work avoidance. Trying to get a paper finished but my head is swimming with thoughts of food. My sister gave me a string of 10 different types of garlic that she picked up at a garlic festival in the Kootenays. I've been meaning to sample them slowly, but some of them had started to dry out, so Mr. Grumpypants, Captain Bacon and I sat down and ate the works. I roasted them with some olive oil drizzled on top and we drank a lovely bottle of Rhone wine - thank you Captain Bacon (more details Cap'n??- http://vitaminw.vox.com/). Now, the problem is, I've forgotton most of the names, but a clear favourite was a variety called Fauquier with White Max in second place. Some had lovely hints of musty apple, but the Fauquier was a subtle, creamy flavour.
