My first artichoke didn't come out of a cute little jar, like the one in this picture.
My mamma made my first artichoke when I was about thirteen years old.
It felt like it was a little pineapple, just laying on my plate.
I had no idea how to eat this thing. I watched my mamma pull off a leaf and dip it in olive oil and then salt.
I remember, I pierced my tongue with the first leaf, and that was long before it became so popular.
I pulled and dipped a few more leafs but it was more work than it was worth. I gave the rest to my brother, who had a lot more patience than I ever did.
Now if I feel like having an artichoke I just go to the cupboard and pull a jar of marinated artichoke hearts, and can eat as much as I want.
Story and photo by Bruni
https://steemit.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/day-139-5-minute-freewrite-wednesday-prompt-artichoke
