Posts Tagged ‘artichokes’

I’m feeling a bit peckish and as my thoughts turn to food, I thought I’d share some more photos from the farmers market in California. The zucchini blossoms were also being sold separately in a few stalls and although I’ve never made them this way, they’re very tasty stuffed with (usually) cheese of some sort and herbs a/o other things. They’re a feast for the eye as well.

We’ve already established that I love artichokes, thanks to a mom who grew up in California. These aren’t looking their best for eating but still work for photos. Look for a heavy artichoke with tight leaves that aren’t all split. My daughter did buy some (chosen by yours truly), her husband grilled the halves, and we enjoyed them greatly. Yes, you definitely need to eat the bottom (attached part) of the leaves, Deborah. On a good artichoke, they’re very meaty. Dip in melted butter, mayonnaise (plain or with herbs), or just eat plain as my husband and I usually do.

You say tomato, I say tomahto. Tomato, tomahto, who cares? Just get some and dig in!! My favorite cherry tomatoes are Sun Gold which my husband says taste like candy…but are good for you. Win, win.

Yesterday (Sunday) a glitch in the WP matrix caused the Lens-Artists Photo Challenge entry for “Doors/doorways” I posted to post on Saturday, rather than on Sunday. I republished it, but evidently many of you didn’t get it. It features some wonderful doors, so if you didn’t see it and would like to, click here for the link. I must admit it’s frustrating to put out a post I think many readers will enjoy and then have something like this happen.

In my role as official stroller pusher for grandson, I didn’t take time to get many photos, but these artichokes had to be photographed. I love artichokes but I’ve never seen any like this! I’d almost hate to eat these. Perhaps putting them in a vase would be more appropriate. 🙂

We were much later than usual, so some things had started selling out but there were still enough to make me quite hungry.

These flowers are a bit more unusual than many I’ve seen. If I could, I’d love to always have fresh flowers in the house.

Closing thought…Every time I do a post about a farmer’s market, the grammar nerd in my wonders…is it “farmer’s market” (one farmer), “farmers’ market” (belonging to multiple farmers), or a “farmers market” (a market with farmers)? I’ve never bothered to look up the “correct” terminology and as far as I’m concerned none would be wrong. Any feelings or “official” thoughts?

If my mom hadn’t grown up in California, I might have missed artichokes altogether and what a shame that would have been! Artichokes weren’t big in Nebraska. But we never had them stuffed in the Italian way. We dipped the meaty ends of the leaves in Miracle Whip and enjoyed the tender heart the same way.

My husband and I went through a phase of dipping them in butter, but now we eat them just plain, at least until we get to the heart. I use mayonnaise and my husband uses butter then. Yesterday morning when I was grocery shopping and trying to get used to wearing a mask, I found these beauties. Rinsed, then steamed, they were delicious and quite filling.

I often wonder who first looked the head of a thistle, complete with little sharp ends, and said, “Wow, I bet that’s tasty?” Must have been someone quite hungry!

I also wonder what life would be like if all the thistles in the world, that grow everywhere and are difficult to get rid of, were artichokes. Oh, what a world it would be!

(Have you read any of the old books where the chapter titles are like my post title?) While waiting to find out whether or not our daughter’s flight will eventually leave Philadelphia (some weather issues somewhere), let’s look at my thankfully not-delayed flight to France three weeks ago.

Check-in went fine, but for some reason, both my carry-on bags were pulled aside to be hand-checked.  I have no idea why and of course, they’re not about to tell me, but finally they realized that I am an innocent (wo)man (thanks, Billy Joel) and I was through, onto my wait on the other side.  I spent as much time as possible walking, as I’d be sitting for most of the six hour or so flight.  Here’s a bit of O’Hare Airport art I passed a number of times.

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There’s no thistle so lovely as an artichoke.  Having a mom who grew up in California, I grew up eating artichokes.  But besides being delicious, they’re photogenic.  I sometimes think what a wonderful place the world would be if all thistles were artichokes.  🙂  But this easily qualifies for an “Oddball Photo.”

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