Life is an endless learning experience and I learned a brand new lesson today!
Big heavy floppy robes are like electric blankets. I never saw much use for them until I started visiting the vast tundra encrusted reaches of the Illinois winter wastelands. However, no matter how warm and fluffy my robe is I discovered it is about worthless for cooking in!
(Sorry ladies, I have my powerfully rippling keyboard muscles all covered up here. Bummer huh?) :) Like many things I tend to be a little anal about my garlic. I like it minced very fine so that the garlicky goodness permeates every molecule of the food!
So I have this nice little mound of garlic all finely minced up on the cutting board. I turn to get something and my big warm floppy sleeve gets drug right over the cutting board!
Would you believe that big sleeve absorbed about four cloves of garlic? Gone, just gone.
Oh, don't worry about the robe, I am sure that all the dunkings in the sink while I was washing dishes got it all cleaned up. (grrrrr)