This last summer I grew two kinds of garlic and one kind of shallots. I tried the shallots first. They were large juicy....cloves. Weren't shallots supposed to be like onions, with layers? These seemed more like garlic and tasted more like garlic. And then I realized they were garlic. I had forgotten where I had planted what. The white stiff neck garlic was wonderful but I only had about six heads. The shallots were small golden skinned clusters and the purple racambole garlic had a purple tinge to the papery skin. The racambole was mostly small heads because I had neglected to cut the scapes. If you cut off the scapes, the tiny garlic cloves that develop at the tops of the stems, the plants' energy goes into producing the underground heads.
I keep the garlic in a copper pot that one of my sisters-in-law gave me years ago. It was meant to be a little simmering pot for potpourri but it works well for storing garlic. The poor little pot has been banged around a bit. It has dents, the handles are bent and the knob on the lid is crooked. Lots of character.
I ran out of light before this painting was finished. Since I won't be working on it when the light returns, or it wouldn't be a daily painting, it is as it is.
8" x 10" $110
