My oma used to grow it in her rock garden, bless her soul. Thanks for reminding me of it. It's been too long since I thought about her sitting in the sun pulling weeds in their gardens and trying to get us to sample the garlic, but we were onto her tricks. We were just waiting for her bread to rise because whenever we visited on bread days, she would stretch out balls of dough 'til flatish and fry them in lard, then sprinkle with salt. We'd grab them as fast as she could fry them and sprinkle them with salt, slather them with farm-churned butter, and eat ourselves silly. Soooo good, and such great memories.
She would always generously use the cloves from bulbs at the neck of the plant in her dill pickles, chili sauce, and for and cooking that needed some pungency. Opa added some to his homemade sauerkraut, too. He had a crock sitting in the entryway they kept full of it. Every day when he walked home from work (never owned a car) he would take the cloth off the cover and the stone off the plant that held the kraut down in the fermenting liquid, grab a big handful of the kraut, and shake the juice off before stuffing it in his mouth. He also mowed his lawn every day, rain or shine, with a reel mower - one of the old time mowers with no motor.
Lol - this ^^^ is what a bout with insomnia will do to ya.
Al
