I'm sure that many of the male sunshines have heard about the unforeseen loss of Manchester Uniteds' loss to arch rival Liverpool. Nani was indeed seriously injured. Not a show.
Aside from that, that was the fateful night that I had ingested the mother of all garlic naan. If you have been following my Twitter (not yet? Click HERE) you would know what I had been through.
So there I was, reveling in the electric hazy atmosphere at the local mamak (24hours Malaysian eatery and hang out spot)
My choice of drug? Garlic naan washed down with a tall glass of Milo on the rocks. But little did I know the potency of that piece of evil flat bread.
To cut it short after 36 hours, 5 attempts at brushing my teeth+ tongue, 2 liters of water and 3 times of passing motion. I could still taste the residual flavor of this dastardly garlic in my mouth. I concluded that this must have been a level 10 GM (genetically modified) garlic.
To Ben this might be a great thing as my man loves eating raw garlic and onions. As for the cowardly me, I try to avoid such pungent brotherhoods and resort to only the cooked sterilized ones.
Yes, I ONLY eat cooked garlic or onions. Just to make sure they are less potent. I do not fancy the lingering after taste that often stays past their welcome.
How about you? Raw or cooked?