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The Taste of Garlic


Garlic is my name, great flavor is my game I’m a popular flavoring in cooking, you see Eat me raw or cooked, doesn’t matter to me If you eat me as a softneck, I’m mild to hot But I lack the subtle, complex flavor a lot But eat me as a hardneck and I’m interesting In flavor and complexity, it’s kind of my thing If you want me at my strongest, start pressing me If you want the pungent flavor of my juices, crush me If you chop me it depends on the pieces, how small And whether you let me dissolve by cooking at all If you want a lighter flavor, slice me up, I concur But a strong, nutty favorite is browning for sure Get puree or extract, fresh or powdered No matter what form, you’ll taste my power Use me for flavoring oils and different sauces Use me to make delicious stir-fry and salsas That pungent, spicy flavor is how you can know My ingredient is the star of the culinary show Garlic is my name, great flavor is my game Btw, whoever is reading this, I know this poem sucks. It was for school. Blehh.
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