Asparagus was a memorable food from my childhood. We didn't eat it often and certainly not seasonally. Well I suppose it was seasonal wherever the asparagus was grown because asparagus is not a vegetable that can be forced. She comes up but once a year in late spring to display all her glory and then ducks into the shadows while annual vegetables steal the summer spot light biding time until next season. So whenever that garden miracle occurred, be it in China, Peru, Germany or Australian in the case of imports or California, Michigan or Washington in the case of domestic commercial production, and the veggie showed up in our local chain grocery store, my mom would purchase a bundle of spears and either grill, steam or saute them. They were a preferred vegetable side at my childhood dinner table. Perhaps it was because they seemed novel each time they showed up. Perhaps it was because of what we called them: monkey tails! It was the clever name my mom and uncles gave them when the were children and it stuck with the next generation. "Are we having monkey tails for dinner?" I would eagerly ask each night after knowing that my mom had bought some at the store. My relationship with asparagus was strong, I absolutely loved eating it, but is was sporadic if not somewhat unpredictable. But never the less it had a lasting impact on my taste buds and I always look forward to its return in spring.
|This borrowed caption shows how asparagus is harvested from a home garden.|
|Asparagus can be served, by itself, steamed, broiled, grilled or sauteed.|
|This non traditional savory breakfast will brighten your morning and fill your stomach.|
|These cold wraps are a great grab and go snack item|