Last night I went to take a peek on my asparagus patch. I had few hopes, as most of the area had been dug up during my addition project, but lo and behold: 3 spears sticking up, two of which were tall enough to grab.
I tossed them on my grill, which was busy on kefta burgers, and came back -- too late for the smaller of the two spears, which turned into a charred twig.
But the other one was pure heaven: sweet, crunch and slippery all at once.
I'll be lucky to get another half-dozen spears this year, and I'll savor every one. I'm never so happy to be the only veggie-lover in my house except this time of year.
What is patriotism, but the love of good things we ate in our childhood?
-- Lin Yutang