Artichoke season is upon us, and the lovely little plant that we mistook for a giant weed when we moved into our house in the fall turned out to be a glorious Globe Artichoke.
What do the boys think of this? Not much. They aren’t allowed into the garden area, which has a separate fence around it. Much to the boys’ chagrin, it is a barrier to dogs but not to squirrels, who lately think it’s their personal playground.
The other day we picked a few handfuls of our lovely harvest, and brought them inside to sort, trim, cook, and enjoy.
The boys are especially helpful when it’s time to prep dinner. Using their impressive and growing teamwork skills, they scoot the soft kitchen mat away from the sink (where it’s supposed to go) and into a much more central kitchen location, where — if I’m too busy to pay attention — they can be in the center of the action and cleverly control all of my movements. They plop themselves down and enjoy the show.
As it turns out, artichokes are not so delicious to dogs when raw. But you never know when a sweet potato or garbanzo bean might show up — a real doggie treat!