My first memory of eating an artichoke is an image of my mother showingme how to bite down on the leaf and pull it through my front teeth. I must have been very young, because myteeth marks were tiny compared to the others in that great heap of discardedleaves sitting in the bowl on the table. In my family, artichokes were simplyboiled until tender and we would just pull off the leaves and dip them intobowls of wonderful olive oil that had been seasoned very heavily with crunchyblack pepper and salt. I still enjoy them that way, but artichokes are veryversatile; it would be a shame not to try other ways of cooking these wonderfulvegetables.
Comments