Mostly Six Five Oh

By nhc

Artichoke

Or at least the remains of it.  It was delicious.  I have strong memories of eating artichokes with my mother and grandmother in the summer, sitting around a table, methodically peeling off the leaves.  My mother likes hers with melted butter for dipping, but I can't now remember how my grandmother liked them, probably butter too.  I like mine with nothing.  Funny things, artichokes, a lot of work to eat and not much of it.  Giant thistles that Eeyore would enjoy if one had to entertain him in real life for dinner.

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