An Ode to Garlic

I’m pretty sure I’m going crazy.

Last night, I came up with lines for a poem that I called, “Ode to Garlic.” It starts off like this: “O, Garlic, O Garlic. You are tastier than your friend, Ginger.” [If sung, please sing them to the tune of “Hey Brother.”]

I’m going crazy.

I know.

It was inspired by the smell of garlic on my fingers.

And soup. In which I used BOTH garlic and ginger. But, obviously, ginger did not get it’s claim to fame in a poem or a song.

But, really, I think the real ode goes to the crockpot. The crockpot that makes me think I’m a chef.

Or maybe to Jen Merz. Who threw five ingredients into her crockpot and made the most delicious tasting soup I’ve ever had. So, I recreated it for Soup Club.

Anyway, I promise I’m sane.

I’m off to go funnel some soup into jars.

And write a few more poems.

Happy Wednesday!