It hasn't been a fabulous season for artichokes this year. Despite having more plants than last season, we've only had one artichoke feast so far. And I'm not sure that we'll get enough for another. We're having a few people over tomorrow to celebrate Gs birthday and, weather permitting, and having a big old barbeque. Artichokes keep going on and off my list. Maybe there's enough for three, but certainly not for ten. But then with all the other food, maybe everyone could have just a taste. But then artichokes don't mix all that well with other foods and they don't taste as fantastic as they are until you're on your second or third half. Maybe this year, I'll leave them in the garden and let them flower.
This is an artichoke I picked last time. I set it aside because it was too big to be a pleasant eating experience. It's been up on the shelf so that I could admire its' form and watch the play of light through the kitchen window each morning.
REM and G is going to go into town to buy me a birthday present. My day involves an outing and scenery. So G has got his gathering. I agreed that if he did all the phone calling and organising, that I would do the food. He's chosen to invite old friends we haven't seen for a while and we've kept it small. So hopefully I'll actually get to talk to people. So now I'm actually really looking forward to it. Even if it rains and we all have to squash inside. Because we need the rain, so even if it ruins our plans I am going to be happy if it does.