Artichokes are actually nothing BUT curves!
Artichokes are irresistible to me. They have a secret heart awaiting the bold adventurer who dares their curves and sharply pointed leaves. First each sharp point must be scissored blunt. Then, to steam the artichoke. When a testing fork easily pierces the upturned heart, I’m ready to begin operations. Leaf by leaf I advance, dipping the tip of each into melted butter or aioli as I go, scraping the tip against my teeth, until I reach the final obstacle, the fuzzy choke. Once the choke is cleared away, I claim the reward: more butter or aioli for each bite of the heart, which tastes utterly unlike anything else in the vegetable kingdom. It tastes sublimely of — what shall I say? Of GREEN.
Does anyone else out there like artichokes?