About any time I cooked, I would slice up garlic to add to the meal. My daughters loved the garlic and fought to get as many pieces on/in their plate/bowl possible. I was standing at the sink slicing up garlic to put in the meal when they walked in. "Dad, what you doing?" "I'm slicing garlic for supper". High pitched squeal of excitement - "Oh, can we have some?" I'm sure they didn't see my evil grin as I answered "Yes". Boy, were they honked off at me after the 1st bite. The oldest said (after spitting out the garlic slice and 3 minutes of gagging) "That's not garlic!" "Yes it is, it's just raw." The youngest said with the wisdom of a 4 year old that they only wanted cooked garlic from now on and just wait till I tell mom what you did.