I love asparagus, but I try to wait for the English asparagus season - the imported stuff just doesn't taste right! We're lucky to live near a grower who sells freshly cut asparagus from his glasshouses - not quite the intense flavour of the outdoor grown spears but very very good. Maybe my love of asparagus is inherited - the boy in the photo is my grandfather, he is helping his uncle prepare asparagus for market in bundles held together with twisted willow. The picture was taken around 1910 in the village where I grew up and we ate asparagus twice a day all through the asparagus season - even our cat liked asparagus!
I've just notice one little asparagus spear pushing up from our asparagus bed - hopefully the first of a good crop this year. The anticipation of eating it is nearly as good and actually tasting it, that's the magic of crops with a very short season!
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