No,
asparagus aren’t regaled with quite the sing-it-from-the-rooftops-joyful
reception that ramps or spring garlic or fiddleheads or other springtime crops
herald. (Maybe it’s the whole asparagus pee thing; maybe they’re just seen as
run-of-the-mill.) But, as I once saw them advertised at a Brooklyn grocery
store, asparagus stands proud and
firm:
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