This morning, one of the focaccia selections at Arizmendi Bakery was smothered with artichoke hearts and topped with a smattering of red onion and red pepper. This savory delight felt like an outsider to the muffin, brioche, and scones already in my bag, but temptation got the best of me.
I shared that mighty piece of focaccia with my sweetie, and ever since, artichokes have been on my mind. Remembering how majestic and beautiful they can look growing in a friend’s garden…
liberated moments 