You should know… Artichokes are my FAVORITE food. EVER (I’m fairly certain I’ve mentioned this on here before). I mean. I LOVE them. If they’re on the menu, I’ve ordered them… with a few exceptions: 1. While I probably HAVE ordered it, I shouldn’t of: Spinach Artichoke Dip (I’m extremely allergic but oh man do I love it and am a HUGE connoisseur of it) and 2. If it’s fried/grilled… WOOF! I like them steamed to perfection.
Anyway, my family is on a bit of a celebration mode. Seeing that I have to work tomorrow morning (a Saturday) at 7:30am I decided to spend a night in with them. Initially I got a huge urge to head over to Hibachi, my favorite restaurant in the South Bay. However, I headed to the grocery store becuase I got an itching to bake. Truth be told, I love baking but HATE eating what I cook because, well, see this post. So, while walking through Ralph’s I found myself eyeing Artichokes. While they are my favorite… I’ve never had quite the luck making them.
“Dammit!” I thought to myself, “They’re my favorite food, I better as hell learn how to make them right!” So, I bought three of them. And, I bought garlic and lemon (inspired from this meal). I also bought salad fixings (what I know I do well at ha!) and salmon. I scanned awhile over all of the different salmons and decided on an “all natural,” but frozen piece, which was preseasoned with a Thai pepper (fact: easy and BOMB!). Obviously, my only feet was: Mr. Artichoke (cubed).
Naturally, I took to blogs and google. I read, searched, read, and searched. (go ahead, search “How to cook an artichoke” and you’ll find many options). I decided to go with this. So, I trimmed, I cut, I cleaned, I boiled and I steamed.
AAWWFFUULL!! 😦 The were tough and bland and uuggghhh :(. I was so so sad! My mom kept telling me to not be sad that sometimes they’re bad artichokes (fact: she’s thrown out many a-artichoke in the past; fact2: I think we’re doing something incredibly wrong).
Ugh, I was so sad. Everything else was FABULOUS… but the artichokes? The very reason for my meal? They were terrible. (Oh, and out of pure stubbornness, I ate the entire damn thing.) Ugh.
Has this happened to you? Do you have any suggestions? What the hell is wrong with my artichoke loving heart?