Artichokes are one of my favorite signs of spring. Gorgeously green and purple they called out to me immediately. I had never steamed fresh artichokes on my own and with this dreary weather I thought it was high time I tried.
I can't actually remember if she had succeeded in cooking them to her liking... But tonight I certainly did not. Failure is an understatement. Somehow Nick had a miracle choke that tasted great but mine was dry, crispy, unflavorful, and then there was the heart... I will have nightmares for weeks about that heart. Nick said "Oh eat the furry part, it is the best." I looked at mine dubiously and thought, nah, it looks prickly. He urged, and I gave in. People, it WAS prickly. Like eating a cactus! I am pretty sure I'll have these spikes wedged in my throat for a good few weeks.
He looked at mine after seeing my reaction and went, "Ew, it's spikey!"
Yes. It. Is.
That was over the weekend. So we wouldn't be artichoke jaded, he came home tonight with a jar of hearts and we made a lovely little pizza.
As for steaming... anyone have any good tricks? Unlike my usual fumbles, I actually followed the directions to a T this time.