Garlic! My dad grew it in his east side garden and ate lots. A month or do after he passed my mom was sitting in a Wendys getting lunch with her buddies. Old duffers at the next table were talking about hearing about Eddie dying. When one of them said Eddie who, another guy said - you know the one that always smelled like garlic. Mom leaned over and said - that was my husband. My grandpa who had emigrated from Yugoslavia was in the army WWI. Everyone in his company died from the flu epidemic. A bunch of doctors examined him to try and find out why he never got sick. And Grandpa said - because I eat garlic. I grow it and eat it too.
My Grandmother was from Yugoslavia and my Grandfather was from the Ukraine.
Garlic people!!
My Grandfather somehow got a job in the US army after the Bolshevik Revolution.