Before I begin telling this story, please note – this is not a recipe… maybe a recipe for disaster? 😂 Just kidding. It wasn’t that bad, but it was a lesson well learned.
The year was maybe 1998-99? I was living in a duplex in Santa Cruz, about three miles from my parents. They were coming over for dinner. I was so excited to be creating something for them. I decided to make something easy – spaghetti and garlic bread.
Before I continue, I must say that back in those days… if there was internet, I didn’t have it yet. There was no such thing as smart phones, let alone internet on cell phones. (Wow, we’ve come a long ways!) So, there was no way to look up anything if you had questions about a recipe. 🤔
I set the table with a white tablecloth embroidered with red edges and a floral design, laid out my best china – now considered vintage – Mikasa Tivoli ivory with a floral pattern and gold edges along with Oneida flatware with gold along the silver handles. I even set out a bouquet of flowers in a beautiful vase.
My parents arrived, my Dad brought the wine. We said grace and dug in. Yum! Except…
The garlic bread had a nice crunch to it. The middle was soft, the butter was melt-in-your-mouth perfect, but the garlic? Wow! Way too strong! My Mom asked me how much garlic did I use. I told her that the recipe had called for two cloves of garlic, and that’s how much I used. 😂 My Mom then asked for me to show her a clove of garlic.
This is when I found out the difference between a clove and a bulb of garlic. 🤣
Other than messing up on the garlic bread, the dinner was a success. 😀
I just remembered this story because I cooked for my Dad and brother two nights ago. (My Mom has since passed – in 2016.) My brother had brought up the garlic bread story. Oh my, good times and a funny memory.