{"id":1119,"date":"2008-10-07T01:09:00","date_gmt":"2008-10-07T01:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2008\/10\/07\/a-second-shot"},"modified":"2008-10-07T01:09:00","modified_gmt":"2008-10-07T01:09:00","slug":"a-second-shot","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2008\/10\/a-second-shot\/","title":{"rendered":"A second shot"},"content":{"rendered":"
I\u2019ve got nothing against fall. Really, it\u2019s just fine. It\u2019s plums and pumpkins and leaves changing color and apple cider and all that. The problem is that it paves the way for winter. The way I see it, fall is sort of like the butler in an English novel, and winter is the shadowy, black-clad, slightly deranged visitor at the gate. Fall, being very polite and professional, escorts Winter into the parlor to have a seat. Then, while Fall is upstairs, alerting his master to the arrival of the visitor, Winter wreaks havoc on the manor, downing an entire decanter of brandy, startling the maid, and stealing the sterling tea service from the sideboard in the dining room. Is this making any sense? Maybe not. Sometimes I read too much P.G. Wodehouse<\/a>.<\/p>\n I guess what I wanted to say is this: it is October, and it is raining. I am wearing a scarf and wool socks. I don\u2019t think there is any going back now. It is solidly fall, which is okay. But soon, it will be winter. For a while, I was hoping that this photograph of some artichokes, if clutched tightly enough to my chest, might ward off the chill in the air, but I\u2019m starting to have my doubts. It does make me happy, though, in an October kind of way.<\/p>\n I found the specimens you see above at Whole Foods on Friday morning, when I went out in search of some breakfast. I had woken up to find that we had nothing in the house, so I got in the car. Of course, going to the grocery store on an empty stomach is never a good idea, but I had no choice, and I think I did alright. I came home with a box of cereal (breakfast), one bag of baby artichokes (cute, in season), one box of Hint \u2018O Mint Newman-Os (RIP, Paul Newman), and one sweet potato (no clue). I didn\u2019t have any plans past a bowl of cereal, but a couple of weeks prior, our friend Carla had invited us to dinner, and one of the dishes she made, I remembered, was baby artichokes braised with garlic and thyme.<\/p>\n And I needed even more, of course. So when I brought home those baby artichokes last Friday, I knew what had to be done.<\/p>\n There is a decent amount of prep work involved in cooking baby artichokes – or artichokes in general, really – but that should never stop anyone. I\u2019m just letting you know. It takes a while to peel away all the tough leaves, so if you make this recipe – and I hope you do – be sure to think ahead about something to keep you occupied: a phone call, maybe, or that old album you\u2019ve been meaning to dig out, or that Maira Kalman interview<\/a> you\u2019ve had bookmarked forever.<\/span> It\u2019s worth the trouble. Basically, you trim the stems, chop off the top, and then peel away the outer leaves until you reach the tender yellow inner ones. Then you dump the artichokes, thus groomed, in a skillet with some water, sliced garlic, fresh thyme sprigs, and a good dose of oil. They simmer gently for a while, until they are tender to the tooth, and then you serve them just like that, simple and perfect, with some curls of Parmesan on top and some warm bread alongside. I can\u2019t think of a better, more savory first course for fall. Or, if you want to, you could serve them as part of a larger appetizer spread, with salami and the like. Either way.<\/p>\n Friday\u2019s batch disappeared quickly, so I made another today, and for a few minutes, while the scent of garlic and artichokes wafted through the house, the rain outside didn\u2019t feel quite so ominous. I ate a few of them for lunch, with some leftover baguette, an apple, and some cheddar cheese. And three Hint \u2018O Mint Newman-Os. I highly recommend it all.<\/p>\n<\/a>
I know I have mentioned this before, but I love artichokes. They may be a little tricky to prepare, what with their thorns and furry chokes, but to those who persevere, they are particularly generous, because they bear two crops a year. They love cool weather, so they thrive in both the spring and early fall, producing fat flower buds, the part that we eat. So if you, like me, didn\u2019t quite get your fill last spring, you get a second shot at it now, before you are sentenced to several months of cabbage and potatoes. Not that I equate cabbage and potatoes with jail time, but you know what I mean.<\/p>\n<\/a>
Carla has been leading me to lots of great recipes<\/a> lately, so I probably shouldn\u2019t say this out loud, but on first glance, they looked to me like those marinated artichokes you sometimes find in the deli section of the grocery store, with the olives and pepperoncini. But once in the mouth, they were much more delicate than that, sweeter and more mellow, fragrant with grassy olive oil and earthy from all the garlic. They were fantastic. Carla had found the recipe in Chez Panisse Vegetables<\/span><\/a>, she told me, and it called for only a few ingredients, not counting water and salt. When they were ready, she put them, still warm, in a ceramic bowl on the kitchen counter, and while we stood around and cooked, we plucked them up with our fingers. I ate three, which, since there were not a lot of them, was a little impolite, but Carla, being infinitely more polite, didn\u2019t say anything.<\/p>\n