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!
Asparagus
25 Saturday May 2013
Posted in poetry
Caro Field Author 
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!