Artichokes: The Scariest Vegetable

      I had a nightmare about artichokes last night.  I’m not really quite sure on the particulars, but I do know, that it involved artichokes and it was very scary.  Scary like when you have  home invasion dreams and you have to figure out how to get you and everything else living out of your house.  And the pound puppy you’ve had since you were two.

      I think I’d like it if artichokes invaded my house though.  I really like to eat their hearts.  Is that morbid?  That’s what they’re called anyway, artichoke hearts.  They’re really tasty in dips and on salads, or just as themselves. 

Really, just getting inside one is fun it itself.  I make a bit of a game out of it, like I’m hacking through the jungle with a machete, and somehow at the end, artichoke hearts are my prize.  Somehow, I think it might be cooler if there were actually some sort of gold prize in the middle, instead of just vegetable.  Like the golden tickets from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, only, with a better result than having to meet Willy Wonka.  Lets face it, he’s a freaky guy.  I’d rather meet Harrison Ford.  Or, Fidel Castro, or really, do anything other than be forced to meet Willy Wonka.

Anyways.  Artichokes.  I’m not quite sure what caused me to have a nightmare about one, but, it has made me a bit obsessed with getting some.  Which is easier than it sounds.  With gas prices these days, I’m afraid my craving is going to have to be quelled until Sunday…  Sigh.  It all seems so far away.