Last night we had artichokes for dinner. I got to thinking how much trouble it is to eat artichokes, compared to the relatively small amount of food you get from them. I mean, you have to peel each individual leaf from the blasted thing, and perform a strange sort of scraping motion with your front teeth, not to mention the fact that you will probably burn your hand trying to pull the last batch of small leaves from the heart. And then you have to factor in the idea that this plant wants to choke you to death with its little "choke" hairs. How complicated!

Then, all of a sudden it hit me: How goddamn lazy am I that I think eating an artichoke is a pain?!