You’re a cousin of onion, shallot, chive, and leek,
But it’s you, precious garlic, that I gleefully seek.
Is it your pungent fragrance, a magical thing?
You add gorgeous dimension! You make dishes sing!
Place a clove on your cutting board, give your knife blade a pop
Remove the delicate skin, and your garlic’s ready to chop.
I add you to pesto, sauces, andÂ vinaigrette,
For stir-frying veggies, you’re the perfect bet.
I throw you in the oven and roast you whole,
Til you’re golden and toasty–so much flavor and soul!
Then I spread you on a baguette and drizzle with oil
And I’m a happy girl, undoubtedly spoiled.
You’re a magic elevator of potatoes and spinach,
and hummus and couscous–I’ll have more when I’m finished.
You make roast chicken a spectacular dish.
You amplify my steak, my salads, my fish.
Garlic butter! Garlic soup!Â Garlic bread!
Your wild deliciousness is getting to my head.
Dear garlic, I need you. please don’t leave me alone
A house without garlic is a sad kind of home.