My great grandma Orpheline Boche Bionaz's, sister and brother-in-law started a farm in California raising artichokes. My mother remembered every year getting a box of Artichokes from them and enjoying eating them. My mother also talked about summers as a little girl sitting in the artichoke fields and eating raw artichokes fresh off the plant. Her lips would turn black from the iron in the artichokes.
Unfortunately, I never did cook artichokes for my family. We always lived to far away for the artichokes to be affordable. I do miss them, but not raw.