Geoffrey gave me a big box of artichokes on Sunday when I went to see my son working at the farmers market. It was the end of the day and they were breaking down the booth and packing up the truck. My mom was in town from Phoenix to see my daughter play Captain Hook in the school musical Peter Pan, so I wanted my son to say goodbye to Gramma before he headed back down to college. I think my mom’s exact words were, “Yay! Artichokes!”
I felt the sinking realization, as my son hefted the box into my Jeep, that I was going to be responsible for tossing out a couple dozen shriveled sad artichokes in the next few days. Then I remembered: I have a foodie neighbor, Nathalie, with a cool foodie blog! If the organic gods be smilin’ then she was not on spring break and would take some off my hands. I was in luck, and I gratefully left almost half the box on her doorstep.
My mom got busy and steamed a few big ones for our dinner, complete with garlic lemon butter dipping sauce, which we enjoyed while watching last week’s Conan in Texas with Lyle Lovett. Nathalie’s family enjoyed theirs too. Thanks Geoffrey!
Mary Allison Tierney’s essay The Gingerdread Man appears in Mamas Write.
G is for Gift
April 8, 2014 By 2 Comments