Pickled garlic cloves are heavenly. I first had them when a roommate found a jar at some truck stop. He offered me one, I tried it, and it became addicting. I kept sneaking them from his jar in the fridge after that.
Then I discovered them in the Weird Pickled Stuff section at the local grocer. Now they are in my fridge, and on the rare occasions when Amy OKs it, I have one and fall into the bliss of tart garlicky sweetness.