You know, there are a lot of things I’m intimidated by.
Power tools, hair in the drain, and spiders being the front runners.
And I would be lying if I told you I wasn’t intimidated by the fact that I had to drive the Husband’s baby (aka: truck) for the last two weeks. I would also be lying if I told you I wasn’t intimidated when he came home and promptly inspected his truck after I kindamaybesorta bumped it into the Starbuck’s drive thru lane the other morning. Don’t worry friends — I got out scotch free. In fact, I couldn’t even see the “gouge” in his chrome wheels he claims is there now.
Do you know what else is intimidating? Running today when all day yesterday my shin felt like it was on fire. That’s what 9 miles in really old shoes will do for you. Thankfully that’s nothing a little golf ball massage action and new shoes won’t fix. Now if I could only get that golf ball to get me to shut my mouth every single time I feel like blurting something out — still working on that one.
Mondays. Mondays are intimidating. Especially the “i’ve been looking forward to going to sleep since i got up” kind of Monday. This isn’t making Tuesday look much better people. It’s going to be a long week.
Do you know where this is going? Raise your hand if you’ve ever made an entire artichoke!
That’s what I thought. You’re afraid of artichokes, aren’t you? ::sigh:: It’s okay, I was too. In fact, until today I was a frozen Trader Joe’s or drained canned kind of artichoke girl. I understand. They’re… intimidating.
They’re not the prettiest of vegetables. They have thorns. They have fur on the inside (oh yes they do). And let’s face it — one has to work so hard to get to the heart.
But I got it into my head this morning after I read about Gabriela’s dinner with her boyfriend’s family last night. They had artichokes, and somehow my brain started to whirl. I couldn’t get my mind off of them. I had to have an artichoke. Nothing was getting in my way of getting an artichoke. Well, nothing after 3:30 PM when I left school.
And then… then, there was one. ONE — only ONE artichoke left! Out of all the days in the world where I actually wanted to buy artichokes, the store only had one left. Apparently not as many people as I had originally thought are intimidated by them. Where are these artichoke hoarding people?
It’s a good thing the Husband would never ever.. did I say ever?… eat a full artichoke. More for me.
Quinoa Stuffed Artichoke Recipe (serves 1)
- 1 medium artichoke, thorns trimmed
- 1/2 cup quinoa, dry
- 1/2 can diced tomatoes (~8 oz.)
- 1/4 onion, diced
- 1 tbsp. olive oil
- 3/4 cup water
- 2 tsp. garlic
- 1 tbsp. basil
- salt and pepper to taste
Instructions: How to Cook
Begin by preparing your artichoke. First cut off about a quarter of the artichoke on the top. With your kitchen shears, trim off the top of all of the artichoke leaves. They are prickly thorns and I doubt you want to cut your tongue on them. Next, bring a pot of water to a rapid boil and drop your artichoke in the water. Cover and boil for 30-40 minutes, depending on the size of your artichoke. Once your artichoke leaves pull away easily, it is done. Drain and set aside.
While your artichoke is boiling, prepare your quinoa. First sautÃ© the onion in 1 tbsp. olive oil in a small saucepan over high heat. Once the onion is tender and translucent, add your quinoa, tomatoes, liquid, and spices. Lower heat and cover. Once the liquid has been absorbed (~15-20 minutes), stir and remove from heat.
Preheat your oven to 400 degrees Fahrenheit. Line a baking dish with foil and spray with cooking spray. Place your artichoke in the baking dish and stuff with quinoa. Bake for 15-20 minutes. Enjoy!
I had absolutely no idea how to eat an artichoke until today. It’s pretty simple, but takes a looong time. Pull away the leaves one by one (from the outside in), and pull the “meat” from the bottom of the leaves with your teeth. Each leaf has a little bit of artichoke meat. You do NOT want to eat the entire leaf.
Once you get to the center, you will come across a “hairy” portion. This is the choke, and it is inedible. However, if you pull that part away, you are left with the heart of the artichoke — eat that! It is what you have been working towards for the last 20 minutes of your life.
So go on — eat those artichokes with pride and courage. Banish your fears and intimidation one leaf at a time.
Don’t worry, you’re still allowed to call your Husband when you see a spider the size of an ant. I never said I was Super Woman.
Question: What are you intimidated by? Have you ever made/eaten an entire artichoke?