In the 60’s my lamb-loving grandparents would drag us to Greek festivals in Chicago every weekend in the summer so much so I thought that’s what all American’s did on the weekend! It was until the 2nd grade I learned it was just us!!
In the winter my grandfather made a BBQ spit in his garage to roast lamb. My grandparents reeked of garlic!! Lordy, could my grandparents cook.
My father was from Missouri. Sheep-farming didn’t really catch on there until the 1980s. Neither of my parents knew garlic from a hole in the head when I was growing up.