There are other seasonings, Monica.

I grew up in a family that ate garlic cloves like Lifesavers. My mom put garlic in everything. The smell of garlic is like my own personal happy place.

Apparently, not everyone loves it as much as I do. Greg reacts to garlic like a vampire. [Vampire? Doesn't garlic kill vampires? Did I make that up?] He'll walk into our apartment as I'm making dinner, which always involves sauteeing garlic, and turn right around and walk back out. He teases me about my tendency to put garlic in everything. Seriously. There is nothing that wouldn't be a little bit better with some garlic in it.

So we're make hamburgers on my new grill pan [thanks, Motha!], and I decide to make some homemade fries. Because I'm an overachiever. I got a recipe for homemade fries that you toss in olive oil, rosemary, red pepper flakes, and [you guessed it] garlic. THEY. WERE. AWESOME.

When Husband came home, he immediately tasted the fries. "They're good," he says. "What's in them?"

"Rosemary, red pepper flakes, and garlic."

"You couldn't go ONE meal without garlic."

"Don't worry, its in your burger, too."