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Lorrie is so weird. I was making spaghetti with clam sauce tonight, and as usual, when she saw me go out to the kitchen, she came running to beg raw veggies. The recipe I use calls for celery, which she's a big fan of, so she started asking for it. Unfortunately, I'd already started chopping garlic, so I told her it would be a minute, and I had to finish the garlic first. So, inevitably, she started saying, "Want garlic! Garlic for Lorrie!"

I tried to tell her she didn't really want garlic, but she insisted, so I shrugged and gave her a piece, figuring she'd taste it and then make a face and go back to asking for celery.

Nope.

Lorrie LOVES raw garlic. She wanted more. And more. She kept saying "Hot!" and then asking for more pieces. She preferred the celery, when we got to that, but... man. She comes by it naturally enough, I guess, but I can't even eat raw garlic, though my husband can. I may try making roasted garlic soon, to see what she thinks of that.