Pretty before unwrapping, but pock-marked and obviously bleached once beneath that papery skin. Most of it wound up in the compost bucket. The last of the garlic, but the three month wait for heads of sweet, spring babes will prove that absence does indeed make a heart grow fonder.
Onion, carrot, fennel and celery sautéed in oil with what was salvageable of said, slightly sad, garlic. Mirin - a good splash - and a spoonful of spectacularly good tomato paste all simmered with mottled, slate-blue lentils and a bundle of herbs, as above, from the garden.