My house stinks. But it just means I have more garlic. Which is worth a stinky house.
On the chicory digging day I saw a big batch of field garlic growing near a ditch. A week later, once the bulbils were starting to open and get some color, I picked a bunch of them. Lately I like the finding and picking parts of this whole challenge more than the 'now I have to preserve this stuff' parts. But I'm still truckin'.
These bulbils have many fine sheath bits that are really hard to separate from the good stuff. Tonight I had an idea to help it along though. I took two big bowls outside, plugged in a fan, and slowly poured the bulbils from one bowl to the other in front of the fan. Little sheath bits went flying each time. I did that quite a number of times until I got almost all of those pieces out.
I rinsed, patted dry, separated into quart freezer bags, and put those bags inside a larger gallon freezer bag. I figured the second bag can help hold in any residual smell. I now have 1 and 1/2 pounds of frozen bulbils.
Image credit: Cale Ruiz
On the chicory digging day I saw a big batch of field garlic growing near a ditch. A week later, once the bulbils were starting to open and get some color, I picked a bunch of them. Lately I like the finding and picking parts of this whole challenge more than the 'now I have to preserve this stuff' parts. But I'm still truckin'.
These bulbils have many fine sheath bits that are really hard to separate from the good stuff. Tonight I had an idea to help it along though. I took two big bowls outside, plugged in a fan, and slowly poured the bulbils from one bowl to the other in front of the fan. Little sheath bits went flying each time. I did that quite a number of times until I got almost all of those pieces out.
I rinsed, patted dry, separated into quart freezer bags, and put those bags inside a larger gallon freezer bag. I figured the second bag can help hold in any residual smell. I now have 1 and 1/2 pounds of frozen bulbils.
Image credit: Cale Ruiz