Memory #164

I was meeting my boyfriend's family for the first time. His mom had made heads of artichoke for us all to dip in butter and eat as an appetizer. As they were handed out, I heard my boyfriend's sister snicker about Martha, the step-grandmother everyone hated, and how she didn't know how to eat an artichoke. Well, Martha didn't--and neither did I. But I didn't say anything and I ate that artichoke, whole leaves and all, right along with Martha. It was awful. I don't know if anyone noticed or not.