This isn’t a foodie blog, but I couldn’t resist posting a photo of the first ranch-grown asparagus of spring. Sure, some of the spears are rather stubby, but it was snowing during this morning’s harvest, so I felt compelled to rescue everything over an inch tall.
Dan Weber, a friend whose family has farmed in the area for generations, tells us that the German immigrants who first settled here brought their treasured asparagus plants from the mother country. Feral descendants of their hardy Spargel now populate ditchbanks and fencelines all over the Basin, providing great sport for asparagus-hunters of all nationalities—and tonight, a delicious asparagus omelette for our table.
“And let fall some handfuls for her on purpose and let them lie there for her to glean….” –RUTH 2:16 (AMP)