I got these baby artichokes at Farmer's Market yesterday. How could I pass them up? Other than frying them in a batter...I can't think of what to do with them.... Can You?
the night will never stay, the night will still go by, though with a million stars you pin it to the sky; though you bind it with the blowing wind, and buckle it with the moon, the night will slip away like sorrow or a tune.