Asparagus Sorrow

I adore asparagus. My mother hated asparagus and I don't think I ever ate it until I left home. I swear the first time I remember eating it was at some reception at grad school….at a conference on Frank Lloyd Wright at the Domino's headquarters in Ann Arbor, back when the owner of Domino's was obsessed with Wright. It was a fancy reception (at least by my grad school standards) and the beautiful spread of crudités included gorgeous spears of asparagus. I, unlike my mother, fell in love with it.

One of the things so wonderful about asparagus is that it is so seasonal, or at least it used to be. Now you can buy it year round, but I don't think it was like that when I first started eating it. I hate buying it out of season..always feels wrong. I tend to get outraged when I see it on Thanksgiving menus. Ernie is as obsessed with it as I, so when Farmer Greg, of Claybank Farms tells him it's almost time for the asparagus to come in, he gets giddy with excitement. The first week Greg had it at the Farmers' Market, Ernie came home with three big bunches. He likes the skinny spears the best, I like the bigger ones, but we both like them all. 

Most of the time I just slice the spears into three or four pieces, throw it in a sauté pan with some olive oil until it's just barely done, and then sprinkle it with salt and some lemon juice. I must say though, I think my favorite way to eat it is to have Ernie throw some of the leftovers into eggs for breakfast the next morning. The combination of asparagus and egg just bring it to another level. A side of bacon doesn't hurt.

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Yesterday, Ernie didn't feel great…upset stomach and the like. As the day wore on I felt worse too. By evening I had horrible indigestion and was sort of miserable. I sat and thought and thought about what I'd eaten, as it was the same feeling I get after garlic (sigh….RIP my beloved garlic), onion, or gluten. Today it all of a sudden crossed my mind to look up asparagus on the FODMAP guide. It's freaking high FODMAP. I'm supposed to limit myself to one spear, if I eat it at all.

I feel personally insulted by this.  I've more or less given up gluten…and I've given up garlic and onion, which is FAR harder than giving up gluten. Now you tell me I have to limit myself to one spear of asparagus? You've gone too far FODMAPS.

Sniff.

Thoughts?

Asparagus Sorrow

I adore asparagus. My mother hated asparagus and I don't think I ever ate it until I left home. I swear the first time I remember eating it was at some reception at grad school….at a conference on Frank Lloyd Wright at the Domino's headquarters in Ann Arbor, back when the owner of Domino's was obsessed with Wright. It was a fancy reception (at least by my grad school standards) and the beautiful spread of crudités included gorgeous spears of asparagus. I, unlike my mother, fell in love with it.

One of the things so wonderful about asparagus is that it is so seasonal, or at least it used to be. Now you can buy it year round, but I don't think it was like that when I first started eating it. I hate buying it out of season..always feels wrong. I tend to get outraged when I see it on Thanksgiving menus. Ernie is as obsessed with it as I, so when Farmer Greg, of Claybank Farms tells him it's almost time for the asparagus to come in, he gets giddy with excitement. The first week Greg had it at the Farmers' Market, Ernie came home with three big bunches. He likes the skinny spears the best, I like the bigger ones, but we both like them all. 

Most of the time I just slice the spears into three or four pieces, throw it in a sauté pan with some olive oil until it's just barely done, and then sprinkle it with salt and some lemon juice. I must say though, I think my favorite way to eat it is to have Ernie throw some of the leftovers into eggs for breakfast the next morning. The combination of asparagus and egg just bring it to another level. A side of bacon doesn't hurt.

IMG_8339
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Yesterday, Ernie didn't feel great…upset stomach and the like. As the day wore on I felt worse too. By evening I had horrible indigestion and was sort of miserable. I sat and thought and thought about what I'd eaten, as it was the same feeling I get after garlic (sigh….RIP my beloved garlic), onion, or gluten. Today it all of a sudden crossed my mind to look up asparagus on the FODMAP guide. It's freaking high FODMAP. I'm supposed to limit myself to one spear, if I eat it at all.

I feel personally insulted by this.  I've more or less given up gluten…and I've given up garlic and onion, which is FAR harder than giving up gluten. Now you tell me I have to limit myself to one spear of asparagus? You've gone too far FODMAPS.

Sniff.

Thoughts?

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