Elizabeth Robins Pennell,
The Feasts of Autolycus: The Diary of a Greedy Woman
“ Still further south, still further east, you will journey but to find the onion fainter in flavour, until in India it seems but a pale parody of its English prototype. And again, at different seasons, very different are its most salient qualities. In great gladness of heart everyone must look forward to the dainty little spring onion: adorable as vegetable cooked in good white sauce, inscrutable as guardian spirit of fresh green salad, irreproachable as pickle in vinegar and mustard.Garlic is one of the most gracious gifts of the gods to men—a gift, alas! too frequently abused. ”
