We’re growing three rows of garlic in our west field, and as you can see they’re coming up very nicely. We tossed some organic nitrogen fertilizer on them this week to help them out, too. Like ramps, garlic belongs to the Allium family, and even the leaves smell pungent. Our boss, Gary, told us that good garlic bulbs are indicated by the thickness of the plant’s stem. Most of these are probably a centimeter wide now. They’re big, too! Most are about a foot-and-a-half tall.

Since these aren’t ready yet, we’ve been buying our own garlic from the grocery store in town. (Do you say “grossry” or “groshry”? Midwesterners talk so weird!) The garlic we’re growing will probably all go out to the CSA shares later this summer, but but BUT I’m hoping that we’ll be able to snag some scapes once those come out. The scapes will kind of snake out from the main joint of the plant in a few weeks.

I use garlic in just about everything, so it’s hard to choose a single recipe for this post. I’ll do a two-fer!

Roasted Garlic

  • 1 garlic bulb, with the first third chopped off
  • olive oil
  • kosher salt

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Place the bulb on some tinfoil and sprinkle the oil and salt over it. Wrap it up and toss into the oven (probably on a baking sheet if you’re not reckless like me) for about 45 minutes to an hour. Eat on everything. You should definitely add it to hummus, pasta sauces, bread and pizza.

Chipotle Salsa

  • A bunch of tomatoes, chopped roughly
  • 1/2 an onion, chopped roughly
  • A can of chipotle peppers in adobo sauce
  • 3-4 cloves of garlic, chopped
  • cilantro
  • salt and pepper
  • olive oil

Saute the onion and garlic with the olive oil over medium heat. Once they’re nice and browned, add the tomatoes and chipotles. Stir and let the mixture simmer for about 10 minutes. Let it cool off, and put the whole mix into a blender and puree with cilantro, salt, pepper and additional chipotles if you want it spicier. (I usually do.) Also eat on everything.

From The Futurist Cookbook:

The diner is served from the right with a plate containing some black olives, fennel hearts and kumquats. From the left he is served with a rectangle made of sandpaper, silk and velvet. The foods must be carried directly to the mouth with the right hand while the left hand lightly and repeatedly strokes the tactile rectangle. In the meantime, the waiters spray the napes of the diners’ necks with a conprofumo of carnations, while from the kitchen comes contemperaneously a violent conrumore of an aeroplane motor and some dismusica by Bach.

GENTLEMEN, BEHOLD!!

Our first Futurist dish! Aerofood was the most feasible and least racist of the dishes I could prepare today for an in-class presentation on Futurism and fascism. (By the way, Prof. Rob Lewis is so crazy for letting me do this. Also, sophomore girls loooooove him omg) I had to make do with what I had, however: in place of fennel, I roasted garlic; instead of kumquat, two slices of tangelo dusted with cardamom. I don’t think the volunteers liked the food, but I doubt Marinetti would mind at all. Luckily, I’ve learned that the Futurists were all assholes anyway.

To top off the dish, I plated them on laserdiscs of The Fugitive (here overwritten with “The Futurist”) and had another group member spritz the participants with some perfume diluted with water. I mixed Contrapunctus VIII, performed by Glenn Gould, with the sound of an airplane motor. The whole performance was pretty fun, and the class enjoyed it (I think). Unfortunately, the only impressions I could get from the volunteers was, “Ugh, garlic.”