So it turns out I like artichokes. Believe me, nobody is more surprised than me. I mean they've got choke right there in the name. If you're going to call something choke, shouldn't it be the worst most vial thing you've got? It certainly shouldn't be artichokes which are really quite good, at least when cooked in lots and lots of olive oil and garlic. Mmmm.. garlic. Sure to cause heartburn, but oh so worth it.

So for those of you playing along at home, Artichoke - yes. Eggplant - not so much. Romaine lettuce - yes. Iceberg lettuce - what's the point? Broccoli - yes. Onions - not on their own. If you cut it up really really small and incorporate them as an unisolatable flavor amongst a much larger melange of tastes, then OK maybe. I'm the same way with Ginger. There is perhaps nothing worse on the planet that a giant sliver of raw ginger say on a salad or something, but mince it up, and dump it into an orange chicken sauce, and now we're talking. Particularly something like Panda Express's orange chicken. Mmmmm... I wonder if an hour is long enough to wait between meals.