I have a terrible love for garlic.  Terrible.  I've been thinking about it all day, especially because I threw away the red onions from my gyro at lunch.  I don't like the taste of red onions, but I like the smell even less.

 Truly, if I had realized that my desk would smell like red onions for the rest of the day, I'd have suffered through eating them.  I've been wishing they were garlic cloves for hours.  It's a smell I can suffer.  And a flavor I can't resist.