December 02, 2006

• I couldn't cook without onions and garlic. Are there many Monkeys who find them unpleasant?
• And CHILLI. Must have CHILLI.
• When you go out for dumplings (jiaozi) here, heads of garlic are available to munch raw as a condiment. Madly in my eyes, traditional Chinese Buddhist vegetarianism regards onions and garlic as hun, the foods you're not supposed to eat, which takes a bit of the edge out of eating at the otherwise fantastic local veggie emporium.
• Cock-up on the tagging front, colonel
• Onions, as long as they're not all over the soup. Or onion rings (bleah). Love those small, tender ones with the long stalk (leeks?), just lightly roasted, nothing added, as complement to some good meat cut... yumm. Garlic: ah, now that's testing.
• Leeks are good, but they're not slender. You might mean scallions (green onions.)
• I am all for our beloved scientists doing all sorts of testing. I just don't need all of their dietary findings reported in the news like this. I mean, what does it mean? Has anyone concocted some giant chart that lists every fruit or vegetable and the various diseases that scientists say that it might increase or decrease your chances of getting? I mean, I can see someone doing their grocery shopping in the vegetable section considering various products, "Let's see now...do I want to prevent rectal cancer, baldness, or emphysema this week?"
• Alley Yum!
• Perhaps the Chinese Buddhists eschew garlic because it's also known to put the jade in yer stalk.
• Indeed, scallions they are, path. And I interpret those weekly news reports of 'lentils/squash/fiber/salted nuts are good to prevent baldness/cancer/alzheimers'/impotence/toe fungus' simply as: eat as much natural produce, as little processed/canned crap as possible. Which is harder by the day.
• That is indeed the rationale islander, from what I read. Those passions must not be aroused.
• Flagpole = you've got it! Eat the veggies you love and if what you love has has special benefits, well love it even more. I've been into garnet yams (a deep orange sweet potato) lately, and just found out that they have way more beta carotine than broccoli. Yeay! But I didn't pick them for that. Back to garlic and onions. If there's someone you really want to kiss who eats them, eat some yourself. You won't notice the perfume.
• Somehow we always end up eating garlic-rich dinner on Wednesdays, the night we go dancing. Fortunately since #2 and I both eat it, we don't notice. But every now and then we mix with other partners... (And no, not like that. I know what you're thinking.)
• Not that there's anything wrong with that. *dons tinfoil hat so tracicle can't read dirty, dirty mind*
• sebaitas(?), grilled green onions with lime drizzled over are sublime. More onion & garlic please. Roasted, the better.
• Found a nice appetizer in Spain this year - garlic cloves marinated in olive oil. Yum! You can buy jars of this stuff, and then just sit around popping cloves into your mouth. And drinking Rioja. Re the health issue - just eat more veg in general, it's mostly very very good for you. If there's something specific you want to preempt, read up on what's good. Oh, and eat more tomatoes. Tomatoes seem to be a panacea, for whatever reason.
• There is never enough aioli!
• Ahhhhhhhhh, tasty *exhales deeply
• Actually, Roryk, there's a bloke over in this thread, or at least, linked there (not that I'm pimping my own links, or anything), who swears by tomatoes as the ultimate hangover cure. So yes, eat more tomatoes, especially tomorrow.
• Take it from an expert on the subject. If you really want to repel mosquitoes, stick to DEET. Garlic is yummier though.
• gimme garlic on my pizza and ye can put some in my tea so every time I exhale skeeters steer away from me [seriously expurgated chorus] garlic's fine for breakfast or in the lavat'ry o I gots this Oxford accent that keeps popping out of me
• I'm with Fim: I much prefer garlic bread with sketti than Deet bread--but then, I'm a traditionalist
• The Hermit Has a Visitor Once he puts out the light moth wings on the window screen slow and drop away like film lapping the spool after the home movie runs out. He lies curled like a lima bean still holding back its cotyledon. Night is a honeycomb. Night is the fur on a blue plum. And then she sings. She raises the juice. She is a needle, he the cloth. She is an A string, he the rosewood. She is the thin whine at concert pitch. She has the eggs and he the blood and after she is a small red stain on the wall he will itch. --Maxine Kumin