Sometimes, I get my hopes up, and then they get dashed. Sometimes, I get my hopes up about utterly inconsequential stuff, and then they get dashed, and I'm more disappointed than makes sense.
I was at a store yesterday and saw artichokes that looked pretty darned good.
Now, I'm not much of a foodie, nor a cook, but artichokes are my favorite vegetable by far. When I was a kid, my Mom would often let us choose our birthday dinner food (and birthday dinners often involved grandparents and such), and I always chose artichokes. One time, my Mom decided that my brother and I could each choose a vegetable to try to grow in our yard, and I chose an artichoke, and even years later, after many splittings, those plants were producing great and yummy artichokes.
But the artichoke I had for dinner tonight tasted like cardboard. It didn't have an actively "bad" flavor but it didn't have any artichoke flavor. I'd gotten my hopes up, and blah.
I don't think I've ever said this before, but I wish I were in Watsonville.
How did I ever end up so far from good artichokes?