Pickled garlic.
How did I never know about this? So yummy, so scary to look at, so thrilling to eat.
So my sister and I are having a little soirée, and I said I’d bring the drinks, and the first store I went to didn’t have cocktail onions. Because why? Anyway, the world needs something for people who don’t like olives. So I tried a more exotic and expensive store. And I found all this cool stuff. Cocktail onions. Giant capers the size of olives. And pickled garlic. Great honking cloves in basil & brine.
Also, Havarti cheese.
So that was dinner. Cheese and crackers. A little lunchmeat. And garlic pickles.
Stand back.
Those giant capers have a name. I call them Love.
Tapas makes for a great dinner.
They are also called “Caper Berries” and they are sinful!
Oh, I thought all the sizes were called caper berries. Shows what I know.
Oh, I don’t know…maybe they are. All I know is that I’ve been thinking of them since this morning!
My dad used to make pickled garlic–it was legendary among those who tried it. I have the recipe if you want it.
Thanks for the offer, Peg, but I have the feeling pickling is a little too complex for my culinary skills.