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I think I just gave myself garlic poisoning. Really, I can't feel my tongue, lips are kind of numb, and I'm sweating. My sinuses are clear up to my eyebrows. I believe the last vestiges of my stomach bug are singing some kind of Wagnerian opera of despair.
There is a Julia dish called something like a chicken and 40 cloves. My variant was a little simpler, with the chicken fully immersed in olive oil to poach, a la confe. There were 40, 50, um, lots of garlic cloves. I'm pretty sure ate more than half of them. There were some peppercorns too, and toasted corn rye slathered in garlic paste.
It came out pretty good. I actually thought the chook was just a little overdone, but it's hard to care when the garlic is such a gorgeous golden brown. Excuse me while I go scrape my tongue with a trowel.
There is a Julia dish called something like a chicken and 40 cloves. My variant was a little simpler, with the chicken fully immersed in olive oil to poach, a la confe. There were 40, 50, um, lots of garlic cloves. I'm pretty sure ate more than half of them. There were some peppercorns too, and toasted corn rye slathered in garlic paste.
It came out pretty good. I actually thought the chook was just a little overdone, but it's hard to care when the garlic is such a gorgeous golden brown. Excuse me while I go scrape my tongue with a trowel.