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November 19, 2013

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Alison

garlic scapes. garlic period. i have long loved garlic. and lately my relationship to garlic has been changing drastically. as in, i just can't do it, unless very sparingly and very infrequently. at the beginning of last summer i attended a delightful communal feast, aptly named "le grand aïoli", harvested, washed, and prepared by chez panisse alum http://www.tamareadler.com. it was a delightful meal. the food was impeccably fresh. the aïoli was quite fiery with zesty early summer garlic, and loaded with the fruitiest extra virgin olive oil. we were all happy and gay. that is until gripping abdominal cramps, massive digestive agni, and a body full of vibration roused me from my slumber at 1.45A, until my body had purged itself of aforementioned meal hours later. weird and vivid thought forms pulsating through my mind. no sleep whatsoever. how interesting …

so when you warn of the unpleasant hallucinatory mind state induced by eating more than a homeopathic dose of garlic scapes, i can relate. i've been hungover in north beach, san francisco, from eating too much raw garlic in one sitting, passed out and barely conscious on a wall at the base of coit tower.

i do realize that being regular about any kind of yogic practices will radically transform your relationship to food. in a good way … and maybe sometimes in the rude awakening kind of way we've both experienced recently with fresh garlic. there is plenty of historical evidence amongst the annals of ayurveda to give one pause about ingesting garlic at all, especially if one is pursuing practices requiring clear, refined mental processes. such as meditation.

first-hand evidence, girly … that's what you've handed up here.

ps. i just planted another bed full of garlic for next summer. someone will eat it, right?

lucy

gorgeous woman, i just KNEW i wasn't going mad. and, for the first time ever, i thought that i could now see the point of using hing in place of those stimulating alliums. i noted something down last year (in the journal i no longer keep) to the same effect but thought it was a coincidence at that time...i felt hungover, just as you did, but without a drop of booze having passed these lips the night before.

reminds me that australian herbalist dorothy hall (where is that book, i suddenly wonder...) classifies garlic as a herb, not a vegetable. we seem to class garlic as a vegetable these days, no? maybe that needs a real rethink.

hey, you could always sell/give your garlic away as gifts, right? luckily for us, garlic pulling season arrives at the same time as saturnalia/summer solstice/xmas.

also, tamar adler - man, i lurve her book. so practical and sensible and, for me, far more readable than the inscrutable mfk fisher. xx

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