Garlic – Object Writing April 7th
Apr 6th, 2009 | By admin | Category: Daily WritingIt almost always seems to be one of the first things you add – whether it be Italian or Indian, it’s very cosmopolitan. Garlic is the wick that set’s off a bomb of taste in any dish you might wish to make. They sit over by the fridge, in an open faced platter, the domes of the Kremlin over there, the secret spies in the heartland of that flaky skin. I parachute them on their mission to the glass topped cooker, where the burner is on 6 and the pan is cracking under the heat waiting to get its share – it’s very popular, this garlic.
Fingers grapple with dried out skin, like fish scales left out in the sun for too long, it just sheds its snaky form leaving those cloudy bulbs of yellowy white. Like plums ready for picking. I choose 3 tonight, it seems the juices are already flowing and the pungent odour rises in a storm like a cartoon with squiggles reeking. The knife sucks at the spaces below the blade and a fine cross section forms scraped with the tipped board into the bubbling frenzy of olive oil along with the onions, they sizzle into a translucent smeared view. I strip back the plastic from a minced meat packet, its red rawness meets the heat and the turning of the wooden spoon dents the air with slaps against the bottom of the pan and the meat turns brown and I wrestle with the lid of the Bolognaise sauce, All my muscles are set at maximum tension trying to unwind that ring which snaps open with a low echoing thump…..
