The first time I tasted garlic was in garlic bread at a youth church spaghetti supper while I was in high school. Since then, garlic has been one of my favorite seasonings. I had never attempted to grow it though, buying the fresh bulbs at the grocery store. And within the past few years, there have been jars of peeled garlic available—so much easier than peeling off that papery covering and mincing the clover.
Fortunately, my husband has been successful in growing elephant garlic–in Wisconsin and here in Texas. Much to the delight and amusement of the neighbors in Wisconsin, he would dry braided strands of arlic in the cab of his truck—looking like he was preparing for an onslaught of vampires.
And then there are the blooms. I had seen onions go to flower creating a pod at the top; and I guessed garlic would do the same.
And if you have never seen a garlic blossom—here is one.
it took two or more months for the flower to form and then bloom–an item of interest for the mail carrier and the UPS driver.