The garlic bread carries the corpus’s dual-unit line: half a cup of butter in the quantity, grams and a stick in the note, so the reader card’s scaler and converter both have honest work to do. Scale the recipe and the cup should march up and down the ladder; ask for grams and the note is already there, smug about it.

It is also, quietly, the most opinionated recipe in the corpus. Garlic bread is a solved problem that people keep unsolving: garlic powder instead of fresh, butter only in the middle, a broiler left unattended while someone tells a story in the other room. The fake version here takes the orthodox line on all of it.
Serve it with anything saucy, or with nothing at all, standing at the counter, which is where the best piece — the end piece, all crust and garlic — is traditionally eaten by the cook, alone, in silence. That is not a serving suggestion. It is a confession.