{"id":15902,"date":"2012-05-27T00:05:17","date_gmt":"2012-05-27T07:05:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/?p=15902"},"modified":"2012-05-27T00:05:17","modified_gmt":"2012-05-27T07:05:17","slug":"pilgarlic-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/15902","title":{"rendered":"Pilgarlic"},"content":{"rendered":"

\t\t\t\tHey fantastic farmgals! MBA Jane here<\/a>. I\u2019m hearing lots of talk about garlic\u00a0today.<\/p>\n

I like garlic. It\u2019s not good to eat when you\u2019re on a date (learned that<\/em> one the hard way), but it\u2019s pretty delish.<\/p>\n

Anyway, speaking of garlic \u2026 I remembered a story about my Auntie Anna and Uncle Umberto.<\/p>\n

Uncle Umberto was a big, handsome guy. Good intentions \u2026 but between you and me, sometimes he was a little late to the party, if you know what I mean …<\/p>\n

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Like, one year Auntie Anna reaaaaaally<\/em> wanted a new pair of boots for her birthday. They were all she talked about. Talk about hints! She was droppin\u2019 them everywhere\u2014she even taped up pictures of the darn things all over the house.<\/p>\n

So what do you think he got her?<\/p>\n

A vacuum cleaner.<\/p>\n

Wrapped it up in a big, giant bow and everything.<\/p>\n

Honestly!<\/p>\n

Now, if it was me, I would\u2019ve suggested to Uncle Um that he return that hideous thing pronto\u2014or else he\u2019d be be doing all the vacuuming for weeks, maybe forever.<\/p>\n

But not Auntie Anna. She was a cool as a cucumber, sweet as pie, darlin\u2019 as a dumpling\u2014<\/p>\n

\u2014hey, is it lunchtime yet?<\/p>\n

Anyway \u2026 much to my surprise, Auntie Anna looked at Uncle Um all sweet-eyed and smiles and said, \u201cThank you, my big pilgarlic dear.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wait\u2014what the what?!?!<\/em><\/p>\n

I quickly took Auntie Anna aside and asked, \u201cColor me bewildered, Auntie Anna, but you wanted boots and he got you a cleaning machine\u2014aren\u2019t you a little upset? And what on earth is a pilgarlic?\u201d<\/p>\n

That\u2019s when she explained.<\/p>\n

My always-informative Auntie Anna told me that a pilgarlic used to be a slightly sarcastic word for a bald man\u2014as his head resembled peeled garlic. Then the word evolved to mean a poor, clueless fellow. A forlorn sort of character.<\/p>\n

Girls, I don\u2019t know about you, but I rarely shun a man, and I\u2019ve met a few shiny-on-top fellas who\u2019ve made me swoon. I think a man sans hair can be rather dashing. (I guess Auntie Anna does too\u2014Uncle Um is as bald as the day he was born.)<\/p>\n

Now, obviously my head was spinning with all this new information (yours might be, too), but I was beginning to understand. Auntie Anna was chiding Uncle Um in her own secretive, softly sarcastic way.<\/p>\n

And just as I was thinking how sweet that was, she pulled me aside and said,<\/p>\n

\u201cC\u2019mon, Jane. We\u2019re going shopping. I\u2019m gonna go out and buy those boots myself, and I\u2019m gonna wear \u2018em every time I vacuum \u2026<\/p>\n

\u2026 and then I\u2019m gonna make your Uncle Umberto a big ol\u2019 plate of spaghetti for dinner\u2014with extra garlic.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alright, Auntie Anna!<\/p>\n

So, here\u2019s a new word for you: pilgarlic.<\/p>\n

Pilgarlic (pil-gahr-lik) n.<\/em><\/p>\n

1. a person regarded with mild or pretended contempt or pity.<\/p>\n

Come to think of it, my mother used to say to me when I was kid, “Jane, you’re such a pill.” Well, now that I’m an adult, I can be “such a pilgarlic” when the ditzies hit.\t\t<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Hey fantastic farmgals! MBA Jane here. I\u2019m hearing lots of talk about garlic\u00a0today. I like garlic. It\u2019s not good to eat when you\u2019re on a date (learned that one the hard way), but it\u2019s pretty delish. Anyway, speaking of garlic … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a> Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[370,566],"class_list":["post-15902","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-gleaming_word","tag-gleaming-word-a-week","tag-mba-jane"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15902","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15902"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15902\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15902"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15902"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15902"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}