Asparagus has become one of my favorite things about spring in Idaho. We've had a cold, wet, windy spring - so I've had to concentrate on really trying to like something about it. Here on the Serr farm , asparagus grows wild along the ditch banks. Someone from the family goes out every morning to pick. Partially, we do this because it's apparently not a secret that we have wild asparagus. All day long, we see people walking along the canal with plastic grocery bags looking for any stalks we haven't picked already.
How does wild asparagus compare to store bought? There is no comparison. It's mild, sweet, and crunchy. It's so good you can eat it raw. It's so good that I've overcome my issues with asparagus that stemmed from a bad experience with it during my pregnancy with Madeline. It's so good that we eat it almost everyday and aren't sick of it yet. We've had it grilled, sauteed, steamed, roasted, in crepes, and in pasta.
So, although spring is mostly miserable and it's still not warm here in June, at least there is something I've come to love.
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