Sorry to go all poetical on you, but I was really struck by the image of my newly harvested garlic drying in the mudroom (which, by the way, stunk for three days after I hung all that garlic in there).
After I harvested it a few days ago, I was looking at it, imagining all the yummy and garlicky things I'll cook. Nathan said, "What are you doing? Trying to pick your favorite?"
"No... I'm just so happy to have grown our own garlic!"
"I'm so glad you can be happy about things like garlic and you don't need diamonds or indoor swimming pools to be happy."
"I'd much rather have yummy food and a kitchen to cook it in than jewelery and such."
"I like that in a wife."