Thistles for Dinner

April 25, 2015 — #NaPoWriMo, artichokes, butter, lifestyle, poetry

globe artichoke

I ate my first artichoke in New Orleans in the French Quarter

I was a teenager on the town at Antoine’s, an establishment so fine

It arrived looking  exotic, next to a giant bowl of melted butter

I was instructed in the art of thistle consumption, then treated to a sip of wine

I don’t remember the rest of the menu or what else we ate for supper

I decided to adopt flower tasting as a permanent feature of my lifestyle design

globe artichoke

My parents didn’t bother with the labor intensive green gourmet delight

I liked the way it revealed itself, required each leaf to be a separate bite

I have a vivid memory of the atmosphere and the formal setting we had

It was fun to discover a dish I loved to eat, with the bonus that it irritated my dad

globe artichoke

NaPoWriMo 2015

Poetry of all kinds can be found to read and enjoy during the month of April.  Ride the poetry train here.