Too much garlic?!?

I have - if possible - eaten too much garlic. The other evening when my sister and her boyfriend were over to play some Mah Jong (I won, in case you didn't guess) I ate too much laukkaleipä, which is this fabulous new invention of dry rye bread roasted in oil and garlic (my sister says it's also fantastic with lager). You eat the pieces of bread first, but when they run out, you're left with the crumbs that you just have to eat because you're still feeling peckish, and they are basically just raw(ish) garlic and crumbs of bread, and when eating them I knew I was going to get a stomach ache for it. And true enough the next night I woke up several times to drink some water because my poor tummy was really sore.

By the end of next evening I was feeling a lot better, so I decided to eat some marinated garlic cloves with my pork chops, yummy. Mistake, I'd say... still it was all worth it.

Fairly late last night we decided to go and have dinner with J-Ko as he was in town. He's got a good head broadly on his shoulders, and isn't afraid to tell me when I'm being silly - he's also got this ability to turn misfortunes (how I see them) into fortunes (how he sees them). So the conversation was much needed and much appreciated.