I'm not sure what the cause was exactly, but a couple years back I developed an intense love for garlic. During the year I lived at home after my mission, my Dad would stop at the grocery store on his way home from work and pick up a container of whole pickled garlic cloves for my Mom and I to eat. He would walk in the door with a bag from Sprouts and we went all heart eyes for him like he had brought home chocolate and flowers for us, but nope, it was garlic and we would eat it plain and loved it.
Since getting married I have tried to lay off eating the pickled garlic cloves whole, because you could kill someone with that kind of breath. Thankfully Miles shares a great love for garlic as well, and we cook with garlic almost daily. We also happen to live just an hour away from the garlic capitol of THE WORLD.
This brings us to our weekend dedicated to garlic...
On Friday Miles had a couple friends come to town to visit and they were nice enough to let me tag along to the Giants game. The view was great and the game was fun, but of course my very favorite part was the garlic french fries. The Giants lost, but I went away feeling like I won!
This was just the beginning of our garlic filled weekend.
On Saturday we headed down to Gilroy for the world renowned Garlic Festival!
It was cool and in the 50's when we left San Francisco, and when we got to Gilroy an hour away it was in the 90's. Usually that wouldn't be a big deal, but we have become wussies to hot weather these days. The festival was great and HUGE! You walk through the gates and a cloud of garlic stank hits you to let you know you are in the right place. They had garlic flavored everything. My favorite was the garlic kettle corn, who would have thought?
^Brooke and I sporting our very stylish clove hats.
There were a million people there and I will never go back, but I do feel proud to say that I have been to the world's largest Garlic Festival.
And yes, we did stink for a few days after. Yuummmm.