‘Twas but a year or so ago that I actually tried artichokes – the real thing, not just artichoke hearts on a pizza – for the very first time.
I wish I could tell you. I mean, dunking something in butter and then scraping it off with my teeth is totally right up my alley. It’s just right.
And yet? And yet I never dove right in and tried it. Then one night we were feasting at a friend’s house with a bunch of other awesome friends and lo and behold they made artichokes. Lo and behold I was the only one who had never ever tried them – including the 3-year-old. The only one. Peer pressure is a doozy my friends, so I decided to just jump in and go for it.
Pure, buttery heaven on a leaf bliss.
Sweet, nutty, earthy + salty buttery = love on my tongue. I knew that life would never be the same.
So this past weekend I decided to jump off the deep end with my newfound love and actually made artichokes at home BY MYSELF. No help – just me and that prickly wonder in the kitchen.
It was the showdown of the year, y’all.
Turns out making artichokes is simple; here’s what I did:
- Peeled off the outer leaves of the artichokes – apparently they’re so fibrous that they’re inedible. Off they went!
- Cut off the top of the artichokes – same reason.
- Brought a big pot of water to boil with 2 whole lemons, a bunch of smashed cloves of garlic and a little salt.
- Dumped the artichokes in and boiled for about 30-40 minutes.
- Melted some butter.
- Removed the artichokes from the water, let them cool slightly, and then dug in.
- ATE MY WEIGHT IN ARTICHOKES.
Now that I’ve conquered that fear, I’m thinking that next up on the list will be making actual hard candy. Reason? I’m thinking hard candy for Christmas might be a fun thing to give away and, well, I need to figure it out because it will likely take a full 5 months. For real.