Artichokes and Hollandaise
When I was around 3 or 4, my pappy---mom's dad, who was a flying ace in WWI, started the peruvian air force, and taught us how to mislead mom---died. Well meaning neighbors from all over our East Tennessee suburban neighborhood of Colonial Heights brought endless cassaroles and other dining monstrosities. At three, I found this insanely not good. So after a few too many days of grean beans soaked in campbell's mushroom soup topped with dehydrated onions, I went crying to mom and asked her […]https://apothecaryshed.com/2026/02/14/artichokes-and-hollandaise/










