DH dropped a large glass jar of minced garlic in the kitchen and minced garlic and glass went flying....it’s like the garlic was immensely pleased with itself having the freedom and opportunity to release it’s aroma into the area leaving fumes that would gag a raw onion.
DH got the straw broom and dustpan and began cleaning up the glass AND the Garlic, throwing it into the garbage bag. Now we have a garlic-smelling kitchen floor, a garlic-smelling dustpan, a garlic-reeking garbage bag AND a garlic-hiding straw broom (it must be Italian) absorbing the garlic juice into its strands and hiding bits of minced garlic in its forest of straw.
I got the garbage bag tied up and out to the garage and DH grabbed an old cotton-stranded mop, dampened it and began to mop up the kitchen floor before I could yell ‘WAIT!”
The mop’s cotton strands held bits of minced garlic and sucked up the garlic juice residual like a thirsty horse sucking up water out of the trough with a straw.
Our Italian broom (and mop)and dustpan have been decontaminted with a good wash from the outdoor hose and detergent. The kitchen floor has been cleaned with Mr. Clean (that has its own ‘special scent’.)
DH put the garbage bag out for the garbagemen later this morning. ARRIVEDERCI!!! I reassured DH it was an accident and could’ve been worse....he could’ve dropped the glass jar of horseradish. :)