Ode to a Grecian Artichoke

Every season has its bounty but it’s those in-between times, not quite winter, not quite spring, or that tentative stretch between summer’s bright gifts and fall’s earthier fare, that my cook’s heart is most excited.

Every season has its bounty but it’s those in-between times, not quite winter, not quite spring, or that tentative stretch between summer’s bright gifts and fall’s earthier fare, that my cook’s heart is most excited.