Garlic is as good as ten… garlic
I’ll let you in on a little secret about myself. I love garlic. And I would say it is no ordinary love… I mean, I can eat whole cloves of raw garlic. It makes me hoot and holler sometimes, but hey, that’s love.
I went to the Gilroy Garlic Festival for the first time this weekend. To pump myself up for the festival, I watched Les Blank’s brilliant Garlic is as Good as Ten Mothers. (And I don’t ever call any film brillant.)
The garlic braid I bought from the festival.
I had expected the festival to be a bit counter-culture, and maybe it was 30 years ago when most people, meaning white bread Americans, didn’t eat garlic. Garlic still has the stigma of being “stinky,” but I don’t think it scares The Man anymore.
I had the Gourmet Alley scampi, which was four pieces of shrimp and two pieces of bread on a bed of garlic. Then, I had the stuffed mushrooms. I didn’t find either food to be particularly garlicky, or gourmet, but maybe my garlic taste buds aren’t as sensitive as others. Maybe some of the beef or pork dishes would have had more garlic taste, but I didn’t feel too interested in paying $12 for either.
Then, I tried the garlic ice cream. I had the pecan praline flavor. I didn’t find the ice cream too garlicky either, but I could taste it in there and I really liked it actually. It’s strange to me how scared of garlic ice cream some people seemed to be. Some people seemed to really not like it, but I don’t know what flavors they were eating and if that had an effect. At any rate, the garlic ice cream seemed to be the only thing that seemed somewhat counter-culture.
The festival seemed like any other food festival. Barbecue, fajitas, corn on the cob… The arts and crafts vendors seem to be selling the same things as at any other fair… I guess, in the end, the festival has to play up the garlic twist that makes it “different” from other festivals, but it ends up being like most other festivals because most people just want some barbecue and a beer garden.
Don’t get me wrong, I had a good time. It was hot, dusty, and it took me six hours to drive up there (because I made a brief stop in Santa Cruz, it took me only five hours to drive back to L.A.), but now I’ve done it and I’m satisfied.
I cut off the bottom bulb of the braid to roast it. I had never seen a prettier garlic bulb. It looked just like a rose.
I have no picture of what it looked like after I roasted it, because I ate it too quickly. Now, that was great garlic!
27 July 2008 – 11:30 PM