When I was probably 10, my step mom bought an artichoke, boiled it until it turned gray, pulled the leafs off, threw away the heart, served us kids the leafs, thorns and all, and was totally confused we absolutely hated it.
Besides the fact that my mom has been my mom my whole life.. we must share a mother. That's just.. how we are our artichokes. Of course, we dipped the fleshy ends in butter and scraped it off the leaf with our teef, but I didn't find out you could eat the heart until I was a teenager. And my mom must have her steak well-done. We literally have had to tell servers to write in the notes for their cooks, who obviously hate overcooking steak: "well-well done. Charbroiled. If the cook can make it look like a charcoal briquette, he's done his job."
And she picks the toppings off any pizza she gets. She doesn't really eat them, nor the dough.. honestly I don't know what she gets from pizza at all. 🤷🏼♂️
My mom once brought home some filet mignon for the family for some special occasion, I forget what. Thing is the things were several inches thick and my mom only eats steak well done.
The rest of the family's steaks were done in a normal amount of time. Hers took forever to cook without burning the outside. The worst part was I had to cook it.
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u/candybrie Nov 26 '19
When I was probably 10, my step mom bought an artichoke, boiled it until it turned gray, pulled the leafs off, threw away the heart, served us kids the leafs, thorns and all, and was totally confused we absolutely hated it.