Garlic, baby!

Remember these?

Last October, I wrote a post (Knoblauch is the German word for...) about garlic and my intentions to grow it. And guess what....it grew!

While I originally had eight varieties, only seven made it into the ground. Here they are on 2/28/09, the sweet lil things:

Here they are on 4/01/09:

Two months later on 6/03/09:

On the evening of 6/09/09, we ran out of garlic for a meal we were making and needed to pull one early. It was very green tasting...it smelled great, but had a very sharp and unfinished tang to it. It actually looks like a green onion here, don't you think? But it sure helped us in a pinch:

On 6/12/09, it was time to cut the scapes off the hardneck varieties (softneck varieties don't generally grow scapes):

We made a fine batch of garlic scape pesto out of these. I have to say, the pesto was just a wee bit (understatement) strong, but if you mixed it with mayonnaise, it made an incredible sandwich spread:

On 6/20/09, I started to see the beginnings of leaves turning brown..the first sign of pending harvest:

By 7/13/09, some of the stalks had fallen over and were lying on the ground. I'm not sure this is supposed to happen. I dug a sample from each variety to see if they were ready:

They were looking good, but, to me, they still had the slight feel of "not quite ready". I decided to let them "bake" for one more week:

7/19/09: Harvest Day! And, because some of my best gardening work is done at dusk (or often in complete darkness)...:

...it felt entirely natural to harvest my garlic this way. Hence the need for the flash in this picture:

And in this one:

The next day, when daylight returned, I was able to get a better look at my harvest:

The garlic called "Music" is the clear winner for bulb size and intense garlic smell:

The Inchelium Red came in first for prettiness and second for potency of aroma:

And while I thought my Italian garlic (a softneck variety) was the clear winner for quantity, as I was separating them, I noticed a funny thing. On about half of the plants, there were scapes. And neck between the bulb and the stalk wouldn't bend. It appears my farmer's market sold me mislabeled garlic. How exciting...I have a garlic mystery:

So, on the right, I have some garlic masquerading as Italian garlic that is really not. I wonder what kind of garlic it is. I'll probably never know.

After tying all my delicious bundles of garlic together with twine, I let them rest on the front porch bench for a bit. It smelled so good every time we stepped outside:

Now my little beauties hang in my beloved barn, drying. I need to figure out the best way to do a garlic taste-test:

Anybody want some garlic? :-):