I knew a girl that made Gazpacho from a hand written recipe that a French exchange student had left us.

The recipe, amongst other ingredients, said ‘2 Garlic’.

We took that to mean two heads of garlic, instead of two cloves.

That was some spicy ass soup. We sweated our way through it because it was painfully delicious.

No matter how much I showered or brushed my teeth, I radiated garlic for the next couple days and had to explain myself at my barista job.