“O that my tongue were in the thunder’s mouth! Then with passion would I
shake the world…”
-William Shakespeare


When I was younger and living at home, my mom would occasionally make artichokes for dinner with lots of melted butter on the side to dip the cooked leaves in. We’d sit on the floor and just pick and dip and eat and toss the leaves into a huge bowl. It was a small ritual we shared and I can never think of an artichoke without thinking of my mom and the simple enjoyment that came from those meals. I hadn’t eaten one in ages so since I had the place to myself last night (husband was at the Yankee game) – I made my own and did a little reminiscing in the process.

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