“In the spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.”
This may well be true, but come Spring my fancy turns to thoughts of asparagus and how many times a week I can eat it during it’s all too brief season. Everyone’s got their thing. My roommate more or less patiently puts up with my 4 week obsession with asparagus because I keep promising her that it precedes the arrival of local strawberries, in which I shall also luxuriate. Read the rest of this entry ?