The lovely folks at Sandstone Farm, who grew the wool for Jeremy’s sweater, have hosted an island garlic taste-off 3 years running. We were lucky enough to get invited this year, with our garlic and our fine selves. There were 11different garlic being sampled over the course of the evening, all raw. Today we were all stinky and smelly, although I didn’t feel as disgusting as I thought I might. Jer’s brother came to the tasting with us, and it was one of my favourite evenings of the entire summer. Good (and less good) wine, awesome people, and fantastic food – garlic and otherwise.
Our garlic, by the way, came in 3rd place. It may have fared better had Jer and I not scored it so low… it was the most powerful of all, and pretty much knocked your socks off. I’m really happy that we didn’t have one of the sissy garlics, and am actually quite proud of this one, even if it wasn’t my favourite.