I must tell you my chicken and garlic story. It was 1982 and we were in Singapore. We were on our way home after a year in Europe and we weren’t staying at the flashest hotel in town.
We decided to eat at the hotel restaurant and I ordered chicken and garlic. Well, I certainly got my money’s worth in story currency. You see, there were 51 cloves of garlic and about three pieces of chicken. When it arrived, we laughed and laughed and laughed. I ate the three pieces of chicken and counted the garlic. We were not as familiar with garlic then as we are now. Continue reading