I picked the first asparagus yesterday afternoon. There wasn’t much, just enough for Mr. Handsome and me to each have a serving (we told the kids they couldn’t have any; half-hearted reverse psychology that didn’t work).
When the asparagus pops up I feel like shouting with happiness “Now we won’t die of scurvy!” Because my basement is still well-stocked, despite my best intentions, with oodles of canning and freezing, I think this asparagus-induced relief must be some sort of primal response that all people have: Green things in the spring make us feel that we can go on.
I ran down cellar and brought up three trays of canned goods to restock our jelly cupboard. I’m attempting to be ruthless with the consumption of our jar-ed produce. It’s easier to fight my hoarding instincts when there is asparagus.
In her book Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, Barbara Kingsolver says all sorts of notable things about asparagus, my favorites of which are:
*Contrary to lore, fat spears are no more tender or mature than thin ones; each shoot begins life with its own particular girth.
*Older, healthier asparagus plants produce chunkier, more multiple shoots. Underneath lies an octopus-shaped affair of chubby roots (called a crown) that stores enough starch through the winter to arrange the phallic send-up when winter starts to break. The effect is rather sexy, if you’re the type to see things that way. Europeans of the Renaissance swore by it as an aphrodisiac, and the church banned it from nunneries.
*The earliest recipes for this vegetable are about 2, 500 years old, written in ancient Greek and Egyptian hieroglyphics, suggesting the Mediterranean as the plant’s homeland.
*Asparagus even inspired the earliest frozen-food industry, in the first century… all so it could be served with a big ta-daa at the autumnal Feast of Epicurus.
*It’s best eaten the day it is cut, period …. The fresh stems have the tight, shiny sex appeal of dressed-up matrons on the dance floor of a Latin social club, but they lose their shine and crispness so quickly when the song is over. The sweetness goes starchy.
*It’s distinctive tang derives from glutamic acid, which Dr. Ikeda named “the fifth taste,” or umami.
*Europeans celebrate the short season of abundant asparagus as a form of holiday. In the Netherlands the first cutting coincides with Father’s Day, on which restaurants may feature all-asparagus menus and hand out neckties decorated with asparagus spears.
asparagus, washed, trimmed, and cut into two-inch spears
Put a cast-iron skillet (should be big enough so that it will hold all the asparagus in one layer) on the stove and turn the burner to medium-high heat. When the skillet is hot, add the butter (don’t be shy) and scrape it around until it has melted.
Add the asparagus, spreading it out to cover the skillet’s bottom. Allow it to cook for a minute or two before giving the first stir. Salt liberally.
Keep an eye on the asparagus, giving it an occasional stir or shake until it is no longer watery (the water comes from the asparagus itself—do not add any) and the spears are partially blackened.
I do know what you mean!! I eat a lot of asparagus… one of my favorite foods second only to cheese:)
Wow, Robyn! That’s quite the compliment, seeing that Barbara is one of MY heroes! Here’s to hoping you get your hands on some asparagus ASAP, ’cause it ain’t really spring till your pee stinks! (You do know what I mean, right?)
I was totally thinking of Barbara Kingsolver when I read about your asparagus and was going to recommend you read “Animal Vegeatable Miracle”. But then I see of course you have already read it. Your blog is like my daily Barbara Kingsolver… I know I have told you before but I will say it again… I do enjoy your blog so much. Tonight I will go to bed dreaming of fresh asparagus. Will have to try your recipie for it when I get some. Robyn
I would love to grill asparagus, but alas, we have not a grill…
Re my ruthless consumption: I have to empty out the jars so that I can fill them again, with all the produce that we’ll lug in from the garden this summer—it does no good to can and freeze till our tired bums fall off if we don’t eat what we make. See?
Now, what I WOULD like to stock up on is a bunch of peeps to raise for butchering, but as Mr. H is a key player, I need to get him on board first.
Hubz likes to marinate asparugus in some sort of butter-and-seasoning concoction and then cook it on the grill. It’s really good, all the moreso b/c I am not the one fixing it.
Also, perhaps you should rethink your ruthless consumption of your home-canned goods. There are an awful lot of people out there saying we all ought to be stocking up in light of the presumably-worsening economic crisis. If you save some now, you might be very glad of it later. Food for thought (no pun intended).
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I’m drooling. Ours isn’t up yet, but we check everyday.