This is my son drooling over his paper plate appetizer of shredded mozzarella and garlic powder. The boy was not faking enthusiasm. He fixed himself two more helpings while I was giving the chicken breast pieces a blanket of garlic powder, paprika, and pepper to keep them warm in the already toasty oven. The appetizer he created tided him over until the chicken was baked. Then, he ate garlicky-peppery chicken with baked onions.
Given his boychild fascination with fart power, you would expect that he was purposefully loading teh artillery with stinky food, but I heard not a peep about that aspect of the garlic lunch. Nope, what I heard was a plethora of questions. "So, Mom, why do people say vampires don't like garlic?" "And what do they say about people and onions? What do onions protect us from?"
Uh. Oh. Given his boychild fear of monsters and scary things, maybe the three plates of yummy garlic cheese actually were artillery in his mind, a sneaky weapon for fighting off vampires that might materialize whilst he was playing outside in the snow. Nope, never heard a peep about that, either. That's a good thing, by the way.
All I know is that the child loves spicy food. Garlicky, peppery, bite your tongue hot, you name it, he's likely to try a nibble and then wolf down the rest with gusto. Heck, he's a kid, and likes the cheese with nachos but loves the salsa.
Come to think of it, maybe the concern about vampires wasn't protection against them but pity for them. . . Tsk, tsk, a world without garlic? What a pitiable thought!