I know this is scarcely original, but it surprised me because everyone I know cooks, but: I was talking to a friend last week about something to do with quantities and I said, "Like people who use a head of garlic instead of a clove." and he replied, "I don't even understand what that means." So I guess that's how THAT happens! When my mom was first married, she made lasagna and used two whole heads of garlic thinking it was a clove. My dad, not wanting to hurt her feelings, ate the lasagna. He hates garlic to this day, some 35 years later. When my mom was first married, she made lasagna and used two whole heads of garlic thinking it was a clove. My dad, not wanting to hurt her feelings, ate the lasagna. He hates garlic to this day, some 35 years later. My grandma did the same thing. My grandpa used to talk about how he could smell it 3 blocks away as he walked home from the train station. "When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us." Reminds me of when we were first married and I tried an authentic Indian chicken recipe from a friend that called for 1/2 cup of cayenne. I was sure that couldn't be right, so I only used 1/4 cup. I can't even imagine the heat