ARTICHOKE HOLD

One day, I was preparing stuffed artichokes for a soiree I was having at the house.
Suddenly, everything went black. I came-to on the kitchen floor, wearing a necklace of bruises.
The previously-unopened window was ajar, with a trail of stuffing leading outside.
Needless to say, I was forced to serve frozen quiche at my party that night.
and wear a turtleneck.