As kids, Mom and Dad exposed us to a lot of different types of foods. Macaroni and cheese and McDonald’s were always treats, but growing up on a rural farm with goats and a huge vegetable garden, we were more frequently eating the fruits of the land like fresh chicken eggs, goats milk, asparagus, and rhubarb. Although we couldn’t grow artichokes in upstate NY, we would buy them and they became a family favorite. Shannon loves to tell the story of an early conversation where she asked what my favorite childhood food was, and without hesitation I responded, artichokes…she was baffled. Of course, her’s was macaroni and cheese which I could also relate to. So, while in California it was essential that we explore artichoke country.
Shannon bandaged my leg up in a way that it couldn’t possibly bleed through, and Aaron, Mom, Shan and I headed south of the San Francisco area to Castroville, the artichoke capital. Since childhood, I knew what the vegetable looked like, and from Teresa’s interpretation, I now had an idea of what the plant should look like.
Once in Castroville, you couldn’t miss them; it was acre after acre of artichokes. We stopped at a local farm market to get a closer look and pickup a few fresh ones to bring home with us. Theresa, great interpretation, but it seems to more resemble the three weeds that were in the middle of the artichoke field below.
Ever since my suture blowout a few days ago, I’ve had to take it real easy. That’s why this outing was somewhat of a test…and it failed! Shortly after we left the hotel I became extremely fatigued and dehydrated making me feel sick and uncomfortable all day. Therefore, I turned the camera over to Shannon and settled down in the back of the car for the remainder of the day. I caught some occasional glimpses of the scenery along the “17 Mile Drive” but nothing that compared to Shan’s incredible photos!