Some people are like garlic.
Layered with complexity but simple in their purpose.
Often difficult to peel its textured and raw external shell,
Only to find that at its core, to be smooth and firm, and brimming with culinary charm.
And when those fearless hearted cloves swim in a sea of hot and simmering oil,
It is in that moment its essence, purity, and purpose is ultimately revealed.
The waft of its dance permeates the kitchen, the home, and our hearts.
We never forget.
We find solace in its presence.
We embrace the memories it infuses,
And we miss the Enchantress of its odiferous charm.
So as we endure our heavy hearts on this most difficult, yet celebrated day,
We must pause.
And realize that the Garlic Queen is always with us,
with just a mince, chop, and sizzle away
anywhere and everywhere we go.