The Heart of the Matter
As a child, I grew up on a farm. We grew artichokes in the garden, and we all came together to eat them.
We dipped the leaves in hollandaise sauce made with eggs from our own chickens.
We always fought over the artichoke heart, the meaty bit at the very centre.
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