It was only yesterday that I discovered that my obsession with garlic scapes is inherited. My maternal grandmother, who died when I was two, apparently loved them. In spring, she’d haunt their vegetable patch, snatching the scapes and stuffing them into her mouth.
I’m fascinated by genetics because I don’t remember this woman, yet I behave like she did in many ways.
She was also into eating watermelon with bread which I have now quit because of diabetes but used to love.
I’m part Filipino but almost completely estranged from that side of the family, as was my mother. As an adult, I’ve learned some of our family’s mannerisms and behavior are from there even though we spent almost zero time with relatives & never have gone to those islands. I even nicknamed my baby a word I thought I made up. Turns out over there it’s a word for a coconut cake.
Do you forage for scapes or grow them?
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