have i ever told you how much i love garlic?
my mama raised me on garlic. i can't remember very many meals that didn't include garlic. past roommates used to determine whether or not i had made dinner yet by the smell in the kitchen; if it smelled of garlic, chances were good i had already eaten. i seriously can't think of a single day in memory when i didn't eat garlic.
last night, as i was chopping garlic, brian walked into the kitchen. i turned to him and said, "i think i cut up too much garlic." he replied, "whoa now! watch your mouth, young lady. 'too much garlic' is a swear in this house."
that being said; have i ever told you how much i love my husband?
he makes my heart go pitter-patter.
he loves me and he loves garlic.