This is my rocking chair, garlic drying contraption. The bulbs I pulled more recently (today) are on the right, and the bulbs I pulled before this run of odd jobs are on the left. As the bulbs dry their purple pigment becomes more pronounced. There are thirteen bulbs there; I already gave two of them away as gifts, one to Ed and one to Dara, the hostess of party I catered yesterday. One garlic bulb isn't worth that much in terms of dollars, but I suppose it's the thought that counts. I've been thinking about garlic a lot lately. If you're into garlic and reading about garlic, you should absolutely check out Stanley Crawford's account of growing it in New Mexico, A Garlic Testament: Seasons on a Small New Mexico Farm. These garlic plants came from that book. You can actually buy that book (and others) directly from Stan right here.
Shallot tops (compost)
Bag of trimmed shallots