There is a vendor at our Farmers Market who has excellent asper-grass. Tender, sweet, thick enough to get your fork into. Yummy! I’m FINE with all of that except the baseball, which for me got old more than 50 years ago.
One thing sure. No other kid will ever grab stuff from his lunch bag. But, that’s the only way he’ll get it into school, because I never heard of asparagus on a school menu in 25 years of teaching.
I think I mentioned this before but here goes again. We were on a job at a Newfoundland mine and one of us was able to drive back into the village to pick up lunch and bring it back to the site. We had the soup and sandwich special every day and it was always very tasty. When my turn came up I went, came back and gave out the lunches. We had soup and asparagus sandwiches. I wasn’t allowed out anymore.
Frazz16 hrs · Mae West famously said that too much of a good thing could be wonderful. It’s a solid theory, which, like all theories, needs to be tested. And this could be just me, but nothing tests that theory like baseball. Too much of that good thing just gets old. Every year. Of course, that’s my own theory*, also destined to be tested, and one test result could be that I’m just not very patient. But hold on. I’m not done with my theory. Maybe what seems like too much baseball is simply the perfect amount of baseball, with way too much that’s not baseball separating the parts that are baseball. If we could remove just a portion of all that dicking around, we could shorten the season such that we wouldn’t have to be watching the World Series wondering about snow. Or we wouldn’t have to shiver through opening day in the snow. But we would.
Because baseball in the cold is still baseball, and we are so ready for that taste of spring. Just like asparagus from Peru is still asparagus. And by the time the part of the season for the good stuff comes along, we’re not yet tired of either.
(*and you might not agree with my conclusions. Although try to disagree with THIS conclusion: Asparagus from Michigan is consistently terrific, while professional baseball from Michigan is considerably less consistently terrific.)
Chrisdiaz801 over 3 years ago
It may be the cool illusion, but Frazz is showing his age(so to apeak).
LastRoseofSummer Premium Member over 3 years ago
I hate asparagus!
Concretionist over 3 years ago
There is a vendor at our Farmers Market who has excellent asper-grass. Tender, sweet, thick enough to get your fork into. Yummy! I’m FINE with all of that except the baseball, which for me got old more than 50 years ago.
Kind&Kinder over 3 years ago
Asparagus: tender, buttered, lemoned with a later odoriferous bathroom!
Bilan over 3 years ago
Is he talking about the smell of asparagus before or after it’s eaten?
rugeirn over 3 years ago
Likes asparagus? At this age? What sort of freak of nature is this child?
sandpiper over 3 years ago
One thing sure. No other kid will ever grab stuff from his lunch bag. But, that’s the only way he’ll get it into school, because I never heard of asparagus on a school menu in 25 years of teaching.
cervelo over 3 years ago
I think I mentioned this before but here goes again. We were on a job at a Newfoundland mine and one of us was able to drive back into the village to pick up lunch and bring it back to the site. We had the soup and sandwich special every day and it was always very tasty. When my turn came up I went, came back and gave out the lunches. We had soup and asparagus sandwiches. I wasn’t allowed out anymore.
garysmigs over 3 years ago
once again the location is supposed to be michigan… home of the tigers… their baseball has been old for what seems like forever already!
Jefano Premium Member over 3 years ago
Must be opposite day.
sTim Premium Member over 3 years ago
I hate the smell of cut grass and flowers (thanks allergies!), warm weather, and longer days! But early season baseball and asparagus aren’t bad.
StratmanRon over 3 years ago
LOVE asparagus! Though it has a criminally-short growing season.
trainnut1956 over 3 years ago
He can have my share.
Teto85 Premium Member over 3 years ago
That’s great, kid. You can have mine.
DrDavy2000 over 3 years ago
The wild stuff is just showing up in central Minnesota. Unrelated, but yummy—it’s also rhubarb season.
Stephen Gilberg over 3 years ago
Me, I find asparagus perfectly tolerable. Nothing to get worked up about either way.
Lonewoof over 3 years ago
Don’t pee on yourself
Natarose over 3 years ago
oven roasted with a little olive oil, salt and pepper. MMMMMM!
CoffeeBob Premium Member over 3 years ago
Love it fresh picked and chopped up into one inch pieces, sauteed in olive oil and red chili peppers along with scrambled eggs. Best easy brunch dish!
Night-Gaunt49[Bozo is Boffo] over 3 years ago
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Frazz16 hrs · Mae West famously said that too much of a good thing could be wonderful. It’s a solid theory, which, like all theories, needs to be tested. And this could be just me, but nothing tests that theory like baseball. Too much of that good thing just gets old. Every year. Of course, that’s my own theory*, also destined to be tested, and one test result could be that I’m just not very patient. But hold on. I’m not done with my theory. Maybe what seems like too much baseball is simply the perfect amount of baseball, with way too much that’s not baseball separating the parts that are baseball. If we could remove just a portion of all that dicking around, we could shorten the season such that we wouldn’t have to be watching the World Series wondering about snow. Or we wouldn’t have to shiver through opening day in the snow. But we would.
Because baseball in the cold is still baseball, and we are so ready for that taste of spring. Just like asparagus from Peru is still asparagus. And by the time the part of the season for the good stuff comes along, we’re not yet tired of either.
(*and you might not agree with my conclusions. Although try to disagree with THIS conclusion: Asparagus from Michigan is consistently terrific, while professional baseball from Michigan is considerably less consistently terrific.)