Chris Rock rules. Exhibit A might be his rant on his family's belief in the powers of cough syrup to heal anything. Put a little Tussin on it.
In the kitchen, I have a similar solves-all appreciation for garlic. Veggies need an accent? Garlic. Pasta need some self-respect? Garlic? Your constitution need a boost? Garlic. Need your place to smell nice? Garlic.

Lay that on a plate with live music rocking on several stages afternoon and night, acres of vendors, mist tents and cold beer to treat the inland heat, plus the ultimate fixer: garlic.
"Come to know garlic escargot," I wrote last year after attending, "to jam with the garlic jelly, to feel for the garlic fried green tomatoes, to play with the garlic poppers, sizzle with the garlic chicken pizza, grope the garlic chocolate, celebrate the garlic mushrooms, dive into the garlic cookbooks, rock with the garlic Battle of the Bands, stir with the garlic cook-off.
"Behold the delicious beauty of the bulb. "