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Only a heart of stone could fail to smile at this pair. Smile or goggle, at any rate.
Gus is the official mascot of the British Asparagus Festival; http://britishasparagusfestival.org
Jane Doe says:
I set an asparagus bed up last year. Frustrating having to contain myself this year, though I feel a bit ambivalent towards it, rather like globe artichokes. I think I like the *idea* of eating them (hot sun, drippping butter/olive oil) more than the actual experience itself
Blimey, asparagus beds too? What do you do for relaxation - particle physics? Swamprose is clearly right, have you given any thought to your superhero name?
Know what you mean about artichokes - have pretty much given up on them in UK. They're so old by the time we see them that they've lost all flavour.
On other hand, growing your own could be the decisive gesture. Lovely architectural foliage, so you can just shove 'em in a flowerbed & there are some really tasty pretty varieties. Eaten outdoors on a warm evening, fresh-picked, quickly cooked, & available in numbers; then, I contend, they're positively sybaritic.
(Cheap too, they propagate as per strawberries.)
Wendle says:
I have now seen a fully grown man dressed as an asparagus; i can die happy.
It's not too late to take a trip over to the Vale of Evesham to bask in the IRL glory of Gus. British Asparagus Festival runs until June 21st.
If you can't get there, at least indulge yourself in a bunch of good, fresh, British spears. Oddly enough, fishmongers are often an excellent source of fresh gras if you can't find decent quality in supermarkets or local greengrocers.
Jane Doe says:
"It's not too late to take a trip over to the Vale of Evesham"
well that's the spare day next week with the folks (Worcester) taken care of then...
So far my attempts to grow artichokes have failed miserably. They don't like my Essex clay borders : (
Edit: no superhero name as yet, but someone did once christen me Gaelileo, which i thought had rather a nice ring to it ; )
