I love asparagus, to eat it feels like such an indulgence. Maybe because British asparagus has such a short season.
My local grocer had big bundles of it on offer. Lovely organic eggs from there too...
Last night I chose to brush the asparagus with a little olive oil and cook it on the griddle, all 24 spears of it, all for me...
Soft boiled egg and asparagus soldiers and reading at the table...
The perfect tea for one!
One of the other perks of bike club night is that the TV does not go on (Mr is an addict and will watch ANYTHING, even darts) and I can indulge in a little nostalgia...
The first album I owned and I still know all the words 28 years later. Hang on a minute, 28 years? Can that be right?
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