After kissing them goodbye, we went upstairs, and my phone started ringing. And ringing. And ringing. I called the person back, and it turned out to be Edvina, the seamstress! She said that her husband was going to hunt wild asparagus, and would we like to go with him? I'd previously said that I was dying to learn about asparagus hunting, so she knew that this would likely be welcomed.
I convinced Michael that it would be much more fun to be out in the fresh air than cooped up in front of the computer (but he did take some convincing, really)...and off we went!
They've talked about going in the "bosco" (meaning "wood" or "forest"), but it turns out that wild asparagus is found in partially shady thickets. That means tree and lots and lots of underbrush. Thorny underbrush. Which camouflages the darling little wild asparagi. And grabs hair. And clothing.
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| Isn't it obvious where the asparagus is? |
| Here it is! |
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| Glorious day! |
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| A "mother" plant with an asparagus waving in the breeze. |
After an hour and a half, Michael and I had accumulated a fistful. He says he's not giving up his day job. On the other hand, we'll have a scrumptious lunch!
Love,
Alexandra
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