When I lived in Morocco you could buy the 'hearts' of thistle from women on the streets. How they managed getting to those "hearts' without gloves took a lot of dedication. They were delicious as are all things fried in butter and garlic. They did not taste like chicken. :)
Lovely thistle!
When I lived in Morocco you could buy the 'hearts' of thistle from women on the streets. How they managed getting to those "hearts' without gloves took a lot of dedication. They were delicious as are all things fried in butter and garlic. They did not taste like chicken. :)