My tofurkey is beckoning, as is my carnivorous family’s bird from Kent Heritage Farms in Niagara-on-the-Lake. (They maintain it’s the best turkey they have ever eaten, so I’ll just take their word for it).
That means I’ll keep this short and sweet. I got an early Christmas this week when my experimental indoor garlic shot up four lovely, fresh beginnings of their future incarnations (will it be actual heads of garlic or only garlic greens?) and I wanted to share it since many of you are curious what my greenish thumb will reap.
Your guess is as good as mine, but right now, my experimental garlic seems to be doing everything it should be. That is, it’s growing. Though I won’t be eating fresh, homegrown garlic or its greens for Christmas, who knows what Valentine’s Day will bring. Goodness knows there’s nothing more romantic than garlic breath.
Merry Christmas everyone. I wish you and yours all the best.