Well food adventures continue. Two weeks ago I bought an artichoke at the famer's market. I asked friends what in the world I should do with it. Then I got scared and let it sit on my counter looking interesting. (Little did I know it should have been refrigerated) My fear lasted longer than the poor veggie. It dried up and found it's final destiny in the trash can. =(
Out of guilt I got another one (actually two the farm guy gave me a 2 for 1 deal). This time I put them in the fridge, and today I got up my nerve to eat one. I boiled it as advised and prepared a few dipping choices - butter, mayo, and a salad dressing I like. I pulled off a 'leaf' as instructed and scraped the innards out with my teeth. Somehow I was not ready for how tiny this edible morsel was. It seemed like almost a waste- all that 'handle' part and a speck of food. Also, it was a little annoying to work so hard for such a tiny speck of food. I was glad that it wasn't mushy or disgusting. I didn't mind the taste - pretty mild actually.
Eventually I gave up on the leaves and decided to go for the heart. I kept pulling off the leaves as instructed. They got smaller and softer. Eventually I ran into a bunch of fuzzy stuff. Too late I realized I had dismantled the heart instead of eating it. At least, I think that's what happened.
So - I think I failed at eating artichoke, but I did face my fear and try something new. That is a victory. Now I just have to figure out what to do with the remaining artichoke. (My daughter, Stephanie, recommends feeding it to the guinea pigs.)