When I arrived home, the hubby had already been cooking (such a great guy!), and as soon as I opened the door, the aroma hit me like a giant wall. Of garlic.
We are safe from vampires for at least 1000 years.
It was still a yummy meal, and we had a good laugh about it, but I'm pretty sure I will smell like garlic for the next four days. This might explain how I got my own seat during my Metro commute, in BOTH directions... [In reality, I got my own seat because I left later than normal - 10 AM and 8 PM. Or at least I think that's why.]
I had the whole train car to myself!
We packed the garlicky goodness for lunch today too (and had cold rice pudding for breakfast - delicious). The lunch still tasted good, but I am ready to neutralize the still-lingering taste of garlic in my mouth, throat, nose, and brain.

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