Asparagus. Sticking their big purple heads out of the lukewarm ground. That’s what they were doing a few days ago. Yesterday, there were seven of them over seven inches tall, some almost a foot, arching in different directions. They were thick, threatening to flower. I cut them off at the base with a pair of kitchen scissors and brought them inside. I washed them and cut them into thirds. I heated up a steel frying pan and threw some butter in it. When it started to sizzle, I threw in the asparagus chunks, along with crushed rosemary and salt. I tossed them about until they began to blanch and turned off the burner.
I ate them with a baked potato and tender, grilled steak. Every bite was like a good dream, and I never woke up.
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Britt,
What a charming way to get to know someone better, as well as keep up with the doings; with an interesting and articulate journal, ongoing and currant. Thank you for sending me the link. I can relate to your gym experience. I spend more time on the weight machines (because I think they are fun) than the treadmill or the bike or the eliptical or the stairstepper(for me these are work).
I did have some twinges of envy with your asparagus dream, it sounded so good. I will come back here.
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