March 16, 2013
Friends came over the other day, arms loaded with wild asparagus. A gorgeous gift! These stalks are damn hard to find–they play hide and seek with you. When you finally spot a lone spear (because they don’t grow in clumps), you have stick your arm into a beehive of prickers to get at them.
I have been loving the bouquet (they stay fresh in water). But now it’s time to say goodbye.
They are destined, tonight, for pasta con gli asparagi and frittata di asparagi.
Have a great weekend, and thanks for reading, amici.
Here’s a link to my story about the first time I stalked asparagus in Sicily. It may give you some insight into the lover-boy attitude of the Sicilian male.