Friday, June 29, 2007
J is for Jerusalem artichokes, roasted.
I returned to the market to buy more jerusalem artichokes, or “sunchokes” as they are sometimes called. My friend Emma came along. “You do know these things are evil?” she said. “They can give you the most appalling wind.” On the blog,David commented,“Seriously...use with caution”. As with the warnings about horseradish I thought I knew better. I made roasted artichokes with rosemary. They were sweet and subtle tasting. Freddie devoured them.
We went to see Alexandra acting in a school production of “Romeo and Juliet.” It was during the second half that the trouble began. The action on stage became more intense, the theatre quietened. My husband turned to me and whispered in my ear, “I think I’m going to give birth.” Freddie sniggered. I could feel these griping pains build up. This is what it must be like to be a colicky baby.
The walk home was bracing. I had been warned. There is a reason why these vegetables are known as fartichokes. The cause is something indigestible called inulin. In 1621 the writer John Goodyer wrote, “…in my judgement, which way soever they be drest and eaten they stir up and cause a filthie loathsome stinking winde with the bodie, thereby causing the belly to bee much pained and tormented…. more fit for swine, than men.” The last bit is a bit harsh. Wind is a small price to pay for the enjoyment of Jerusalem artichokes.