Yesterday I was at Publix trying my best to find anything remotely nutritious that did not include turkey, cornbread or sweet potatoes.
Because I've had about enough of that for a while... or at least until Christmas.
So I decided to get gourmet (not) and make a pasta dish with shrimp and a creamy sauce and even warm up some croissants which made me want to walk around saying things like,"Oui, oui, Mademoiselle....Ratatouille...French Dressing."
I am so refined.
Then I got all uppity and decided that I would cook an artichoke. Not in the can. Not in a dip. A fancy, fresh artichoke.
I am seriously considering writing a letter to someone because they need to post a warning on those artichokes. I reached for one and as I arrogantly put it in my cart, the little green thing stabbed me right there in the produce section next to the asparagus and the zucchini, with small children watching.
It was quite dangerous and I think others should be warned. You know, those artichokes have been known to kill people.
I even warned the cashier,"Look out for that artichoke. It is prickly. I poked myself."
That sentence alone should tell you why the artichoke is still on my kitchen counter awaiting a brilliant roasting recipe with a balsamic something or other and why maybe I need to stick with recipes which call for things like turkey, cornbread and sweet potatoes.
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The other day I was in Kroger and I was looking at this prickly-pear-cactus-looking thingy that was hanging out with the hot peppers. Clearly it has prickers on it, but for some reason I just reached over to pick it up, and it pricked me (of course) and it REALLY HURT. But I had no one to blame for myself.
Artichokes, however, look harmless to me. Then again I've never actually touched one.
Beware of the killer artichoke! You are a braver person than I. I have never dared to pick one up though I do order anything with them in or on it in a restaurant!
You crack me up, Melanie. All you have to do is pick that artichoke up, grab a pair of scissors and clip the tips off the leaves. It's kind of like declawing the cat. Really. :-)
I will admit that they DO taste good, but they are a lot of work. . .kind of like crawdads and crabs and pomegranates--too much work for the reward.
I was just thinkin' something really NOT nice. . .you might want to save that artichoke so the next time Miss Maggie leaves a little puddle in the bathroom or your hubby's shoes, you can introduce her to it.
Seriously! Those artichokes are sneaky little buggers.
The first time I bought one, I felt like I was in a doctor's office. My finger kept getting pricked and pricked and pricked.
But steamed? With a little butter and some garlic? They are worth the pain.
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