Posted by Loulou on Oct 25, 2017 | 2 comments

Hey, my selfie is out of focus.  But that’s because just when I was about to hit the button, the smell of fresh garlic, toasting in a little olive oil, came wafting (whatever that is) into my private boudoir and I started to leap off the bed and into the kitchen to see what’s cookin’!

What I found was THIS:

“What’s that,” you might wonder.  Well here’s another hint:

You are gazing at the Rolls Royce of garlic presses.  Yep, that’s what that thingy is.  Now there are lots of cooks who will say that they would not use a garlic press for all the chai in Tina (haha, get it, all the tea in China).  Marcella Hazan, the famous Italian cookbook writer, told mamma that she never used a press and preferred to chop.

Okay, okay, so does mamma, most of the time, but let me tell you, mamma says, that this baby presses every bit of garlic out of the clove like magic, and when she is making a sauce or a salad, this little sucker can be regulated depending on how hard you press and you get a little whiff or taste or you get the whole shootin’ match.

Frankly, garlic is not my gig, but for mama, this gift from papa was like getting a diamond from Cartier.  Better, mamma says, since no one will want to break into the house and steal it, haha.

Listen, I’m not so sure…

Uh, oh, I think some of that garlic aroma got in my eyes!  I’m outta here…