Artichokes

Growing up with parents who were both raised in California, it is not surprising that I learned to eat and like artichokes. I never thought that my ultra picky son would ever in a million years try an artichoke. But in the last year he has begun to expand his eating horizons. He will now eat peanut butter and jelly/honey sandwiches. He orders a chicken sandwich (no pickles) at Chick-fil-a, he mixes spaghetti noodles (no sauce) with the plain hamburger meat. So we are definitely making progress from his early eating years.

But artichokes? Well they look like a prickly cactus plant, and you eat the leaves. Wait maybe that is the draw, it looks like something you shouldn't eat. And you get to dip the leaves in butter, lots of butter! Anyway, he forgets what they are called but he asks for me to buy them. And then he eats the whole thing including the heart. He definitely keeps me on my toes, and keeps surprising me, never a dull moment with Brian around.