It starts, as so many stories do, with a woman, a beautiful woman. In fact, a beautiful woman so fetching that the always-impulsive Zeus snatched her up from her earthly home and brought her back to the heavens where he made her a goddess.

Sounds storybook, but it’s not.

The new goddess, though she enjoyed being a goddess, missed her moms—she was homesick. So to cure those blues, she’d sneak back every so often, under the cover of night, to spend some time with the woman who gave her her life

Then Zeus finds out. And if you know Zeus, you can probably already see where this is going.

Either way, he’s not very happy about the whole thing. Why should he be unhappy? Who can say.

What we can say is that Zeus in not merely an impulsive god, he’s a punitive god.

And so it was this time, as it was so many times before: Zeus, in his fury, casts his beloved back to earth, literally, with such a force that all that is left of her upon impact a thorny splat.

But even Zeus can’t keep a good woman down. And soon, this thorny splat would grow into a and artichoke, that thistling flower, whose spiny, fleshy petals are to be peeled, dipped in a tart lemon aioli, and enjoyed by you and your friends, as a prelude to your dinner, sometime soon, at The Original.