Old World Vacation

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

I never liked garlic, and I certainly hated “garlic breath”.

The minute I walked into the tiny get-away cottage, I was overwhelmed by the garlic. Truthfully, the place reeked.

All of it went outside and I opened the windows wide to freshen the place.  With just one whiff of dinner, I knew I was going to live on bread alone despite the hostess going on and on about immunity.

Late the next night I met the only local that didn’t have garlic breath.  Divine.

Awake once again, my aversion to garlic is worse.  And sunlight. I should have listened…

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Word count = 100

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61 thoughts on “Old World Vacation

  1. workinacresnothours

    Great little story, lol. Had to laugh as just the other day my car stunk & I couldnt work out why, took me a couple of days, then i found it. I forgot I had bought a bag of granulated garlic for the horses 3 days earlier. The garlic was fine & the car will not get sick for sure.

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      True, though most of the books were pretty vague with statements like, “Be sure to sample the local, garlic rich, cuisine.” and “The night life, which is to die for, is best left unexplored.”

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            1. trentpmcd Post author

              I really love spicy food, and enjoy NOLA for its food as much as the jazz. Almost. I’ve seen garlic overdone a handful of times, but for the most part, I think a cook/chef has to try very hard to put in too much…

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