Grilled Artichokes w/ Lemon Garlic Caper Marinade and Basil Aioli
What is so vulnerable, I wonder, that must need such safeguarding, such armor? When you hold the artichoke in your hand, the first thing you notice are the waxy prickly leaves, brilliantly designed to keep predators out. They can be sharp, injurious even, if not handled with care. Still, you can not help but see how beautiful they are, thorns and all, with their perfect symmetry and silvery hues of greens and purples. Their leaves curl tightly inward, holding something precious inside. At the center of the choke, lies the heart, its true essence. Tucked away and concealed from the outside world, the heart remains hidden, and eludes many.
Are we not so different from the artichoke? What prickles and thorns we grow, to shelter and shield our most true and tender places. Our defenses, wisely and beautifully crafted in times of need, have preserved us. They have kept us safe. And to this, we must give our respect and our thanks. But what, I wonder, do we give up, everyday, in return for this safety?