A couple weeks ago I pulled all the garlic and laid it on the front porch to cure for awhile before I hang it in the cellar. After a few days, the garlic scapes lifted up into the air, I guess so as to continue blooming unimpeded. It's a little creepy.
I said to my son, "I don't like that these garlic plants are strategizing. It's like they're conscious. I don't eat things that used to be conscious."
He said, "Their consciousness is just a chemical cascade."
I said, "So is mine."
"Well, you're screwed then. You have to stop eating."
I am eating anyway. I am just making sure to say thank you first.
