I guess you could say it started with colloidal silver.
Which, for those of you (which will be most of you) who don't know, is some kind of health thing. My dad bought a set-up for it, and it looks like the kookiest thing ever. Like, there's these two metal bars that go into this beaker with a little white thing that spins at the bottom. I personally think it looks ridiculous, but it's supposed to be some kind of super antibacterial thing or something. Maybe I'll get my dad to explain it.
Anyway, it started with the colloidal silver. My mom was researching various health benefits and complications of the use of colloidal silver, and she found a list of other (less risky) things with the same health benefits as ingested colloidal silver. One of the things on that list was garlic.
Now, I'm gonna go ahead and say that we're Italian. There's strong strains on both sides of the family, so I've grown up with garlic. It's familiar to me, and very prevalent in our lives. But today, my mother decided she was going to eat a raw clove of garlic.
I wasn't actually there to witness that, but as we were eating dinner this evening, my darling mother (who, I will add, had too much coffee today) was rambling about garlic and it's various effects, and how burningly spicy it was when she ate it earlier and how we should go try some in fact it's in the fridge right now seriously it's really good for you.
My reaction was something along the lines of "Thanks, I'd rather not," but my father decided he was going to do it. So he pulls this giant bag of garlic cloves out of the fridge.
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| The culprit. |
So, while my hypercaffienated mom is still rambling about natural health remedies, my father proceeds to select the biggest clove of garlic he can find in the bag and pop it in his mouth.
At first, he tries to play it off like it's no big deal. "It's not even spicy," he says.
Then, you can see the burn start to register.
Within thirty seconds, he's leaning over the sink, looking none too well. Meanwhile, those of us at the table are laughing our heads off.
"It burns," he says. "It's really spicy! I picked the biggest clove, why didn't you tell me?"
"I did tell you!" says my mother, amid peals of laughter. "I tried to tell you!"
"It's burning my stomach," he says. "I think I might puke."
"It probably needs to burn," says my mom, still thinking this is pretty funny. Well, we were all thinking it was pretty funny. It was funny.
"I have to poop," he says, and heads straight for the bathroom.
My mother is gaping at me. "Does it work that fast?"
And that's the story of how we discovered the power of garlic. Currently, my parents are attempting to devise various ways we might incorporate it into our daily meal schedule, and I can't say I'm looking forward to it. After what I just saw my dad experience, I'll take my garlic cooked and in low concentrations, than you very much.
But I might not be that lucky.
~Jada Rose~
