Asparagus 25 Saturday May 2013 Posted by Caro Field in poetry ≈ 10 Comments There’s simply nothing like this spear, To make me grin from ear to ear, Like many another foodie nutter, I like it steamed, then drenched in butter, Then give it just a lemon squeeze, Asparagus? Ooh, lord, yes please! Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
I LOVE arsepargoose. I would like a soft boiled egg with spear soldiers thank you please?
Coming right up when possible, my love! Xx
Caro, we’ve got just a few plants of asparagus coming up in the garden, and I pick enough daily for a nice skillet full. I never get tired of it, since the season is so short (indeed, nearly over now). Love your poem!
What gorgeous veg and fruit don’t you have in your garden Amy?! Lucky you! I used to have an old asparagus bed but it eventually gave up the ghost!
Is there anything not made better by butter? Just wondering… 🙂
I doubt it Carrie!
Oh yes, Fresh Asparagus with real butter, seems they were made for each other,,
Indeed, William..simply the best way to eat it!
We have lots of green. I rarely see white in Canada!
I would much rather est green – it has more flavour!