I wanted to get to it over the weekend, but didn’t. So this morning I planted 6 cloves of a garlic I bought while on vacation in Maine this summer.
The roadside farmer near Lake Kezar told us this was an old garlic passed down in her family from the late 1600s or early 1700s when her ancestors, who were sailors, were issued garlic by their captains to prevent scurvy. She said this was customary for the British, French, Spanish and Portuguese sailing ships.
One of her ancestors saved a few cloves and began cultivating it in Maine.
The cloves were huge. There were only six to a bulb. Next year I hope to harvest some sea-worthy garlic.
I’ll let you know how it goes. – Natalie