Yesterday began in a most unusual way. I function, during my morning bathroom ritual, on “auto pilot”. An order of events has insinuated itself, over the passing years, which means that once ablutions have commenced I’m not particularly conscious of that which is happening as it is pre-ordained. As the razor slices through foam and stubble I am elsewhere. If it is a good day I am in that pleasant place where my thoughts are of what I shall be writing, cooking or photographing later that day. Such a day was yesterday. For an unconscious and complicated process such as this to have a happy ending, it is essential that all the different pieces of “equipment” required must be in their ordained places. The moving hand takes and having taken moves on…but should the moving hand have taken the wrong item, and carried on moving, as was the case yesterday morning, then you may well end up with an armpit full of shaving cream rather than deodorant.
I recovered from this setback and went to see Lennox, whose morning ablutions seemed to be simpler than mine as he just dived into the cold clear water and stayed under it until I had gone. The weather having changed for the better, I now leave the trap door of his oubliette wide open so that, like Oscar, he may appreciate that little tent of blue that prisoners call the sky.*
And so to artichokes…this time the “Poivrade”. As you will notice, this artichoke is prettier and more feminine than the butch Camus de Bretagne. This is because it is rumoured that Jupiter was wildly in love with a beautiful blonde girl. who gave him the bum’s rush. In a fit of pique he turned her into a artichoke, a poivrade artichoke to be precise. I’d love to hear that one being tried at Crown Court.
Forgetting that I had a bunch of bewitched blondes in my hands, I broke the heads off each of the artichokes in this delightful bouquet and trimmed them severely. The cut ends were rubbed with lemon and covered in a layer of an intense tomato sauce which was flavoured with thyme, basil and parsley. All that remained to do was to cook them, covered, in salted water for about an hour, or until they were soft.
At the end of the cooking, they are sprinkled with fresh breadcrumbs and parmesan and flashed under a hot grill. They taste wonderful whilst reminding us that hubris is always unwise….particularly if you’re a blonde walking out with a mythological god.
* For first time visitors, let me assure you that Lennox is a frog that I am trying to rescue, but who eludes my every effort.
I love your sense of humor and your photos are just simply fantastic.
Very kind indeed…thanks a lot for visiting 🙂
Superb. I love artichokes but hardly ever made them, but this recipe seems almost fuss free, or is it just the way you describe it that makes it sound like that?
It’s very worthwhile if you can find good artichokes. Thanks for visiting:)
It seems we share a love for these vegetables! Looks absolutely delicious!
It’s a real sign of spring when they start appearing in the shops and markets:)
Stunningly beautiful – I bet they were delicious too!
So good:)
Looks delicious. That blue background looks a marvellous contrast in the first photo.
So they take an hour to cook………
I vaguely remember my Mother buying some artichokes 45+ years ago, but I don’t remember if we ever ate them as, being typically Aussies, didn’t know the proper way to cook them.
They can take a long time to cook, so it’s worth testing them. T
I was a little puzzled at first, then I realised you are dealing with the hearts of these blonde maidens – do you discard the leaves? I love artichokes – eating them leaf by leaf is so zen – but have always cooked them whole.
With the poivrade the head is much smaller and the leaves are not so tough. The head is broken off the stem and the leaves cut off half way down their length. There is no appreciable choke to dig out so they can go straight into the pan for cooking. The base of the leaves are eaten on the bigger Camus artichokes.
Thank you – I’ll have to look out for them. Being mostly based in Brrittany when I’m in France, I see the big ones growing in the fields next door, and hadn’t thought to look for different varieties.
There also known as purple artichokes. The Romans love them and cook them alla Giudia http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQ-0tSJ5408
…in fact the video shows much bigger artichokes than is usual. I’ve eaten this in Rome with very small artichokes, that in fact had no choke, and were crisp and delicious with chilled wine:)
I’m seeing pretty artichokes like that in the market now. Have to think of what to do.
M.Parret will guide you, I’m sure. That guy knows his food:)
I enjoy your writing. Refreshing and funny. Horrendous blonds seem to end up as soul food.
Thank you very much for the compliment and for the visit.Glad you enjoyed the post:)
Stunning images, these look and sound delicious…..my only two attempts at cooking artichokes have been an unmitigated disaster…….. 😦
Sounds like me baking bread….it’s why I moved to France:)
one of the most beautiful shot of artichokes I have every seen
Cheers, Erica…very nice to hear:)
I also am on total ‘auto-pilot’ during the first hour or so of the day ~ I guess it helps if shaving foam is not part of one’s requirements 🙂 ! Oh, love the artichoke recipe with its herby touches: already filed for future with thanks!!
In my youth I had a beard which saved a lot of trouble in the morning:)
That looks fantastic, Roger! Excellent colour.
Cheers, Nate:)
Beautiful ” Food prose”, Roger!
Thanks, Cornelia:)
What a beautiful post. I hope you’re writing a book!
Thanks. I have written a couple of books, “Eating at La Moussiere” and “Simpley Fed”,both of which are available as hardbacks or e books on my site. I’m hoping to get started on a more commercial venture this year:)
Love the photos!
Many thanks for that:)
If I come over to France, can I sneak into your kitchen? 🙂
You’d be welcome:)
Your artichokes look so tasty. I’ve never had them with tomato, I’ll being trying that way next time.
I think that you’ll like it…I hope so , any rate 🙂
I’m sure I will. 🙂
🙂
My imagination was going wild ….. happy Lennox!
I’ll pass your best regards on to him…in the morning, as he’ll be in bed now:)
Swim, Lennox, Swim, be free!! I thought it was a dog that chose to ignore you. Love love love artichokes and I’ve not prepared them like this.. they’re on my list!
I think that you’ll like it:)
I need a lot of coffee some mornings to get the order of ablutions done correctly! Love this way of doing artichokes, something I must try when they are in season here 🙂
Coffee is an essential starter:)
Nothing gets me out of my morning stupor like putting shaving gel on my toothbrush. I changed toothpaste brands after I did that the 2nd time. Luckily, both times I caught the error by sight rather than taste but I believed it only a matter of time. Your photos today are fantastic today, Roger.
We’ra all half asleep as we go through our morning rituals:)
You got my attention at armpits and kept it at artichokes!
What beautiful chokes you have and what lovely edibles you made with them. Just so beautiful and delicious!
Glad to have kept your attention past the armpits:)