When I stopped my Monument cafe for lunch one day, I noticed someone selling locally grown produce. I wanted some heirloom tomatoes. But they didn’t have any. So I bought a half of a pound of garlic for a buck. Mmmm, the smell they made while they sat in my truck was divine.

So today, I roasted them. But first I had to take a picture of my self taking a picture. I think that I need another tripod and camera…

It is a real pain to get the right balance between steaming the garlic and browning the garlic. Not only did I fail at that. But this batch of garlic acted weirdly. They secreted some protein like scum (such as floats to the top when making soup stock). Of course, this browned nicely. But it tasted bitter. So I left it out.

And, of course, after I cooked the garlic I had an idea to cook them confit style in some duck lard. Gah! Next time…