Artichokes are a nostalgic food for me. I remember eating lots of them as a kid in the early spring when artichoke season rolled around. I loved working my way towards the center, scrapping the fleshy part of each leaf between my teeth. The best part comes last – once you have worked your way down to the heart. It’s food you have to work for, but you are rewarded for your efforts.
Steamed Artichokes
April 2, 2012