SPARGELFEST!
Yesterday began inauspiciously. Although in the past I've successfully managed to balance my bowl of oatmeal and blueberries on top of my travel mug of tea as I head out the door, yesterday--in one of those slow-motion, almost-caught it, failed juggling acts--it toppled, splattering purplish globs of oatmeal, clinging to shards of ceramic, all over my downstairs neighbor's stoop. This slowed me down and cost me my deliciously high-fiber, antioxidant-rich breakfast, but thankfully didn't manage to ruin the day.
Actually, it was a great day. For one thing, I had completed a small gallery talk/presentation/seminar thing the night before and was thus terribly relieved. For another, it was gorgeous and sunny, not with the 95° temps and high humidity* we'd had earlier in the week, but barely into the 80s. And then, there was Spargelfest!
The Black Forest Inn is a cute little German place just down the block from the apartment, and although the atmosphere's quiet and cozy in the winter, in the summer they open up their really lovely patio and it's even better. Even though it faces a fairly busy street, its burbling fountain and shrouding greenery make the patio feel like a cool and quiet oasis. David and I got a table in the back to enjoy Spargelfest, their annual May celebration of asparagus. We split a crispy pizza topped with asparagus, artichoke, and leeks; and homemade pierogi "stuffed with fresh asparagus and cheese, on an asparagus mousse and drizzled with buttery hazelnut sauce"! They were both totally amazing, and I was stuffed afterward... but David really wanted the apple strudel (served with an impressive mound of thick whipped cream!), so I suffered through helping him eat it. It was pretty much the dietary opposite of last Thursday's fare at the Ecopolitan, where Paul and Ter and I enjoyed a raw, vegan lunch!
Ter just shared with me the photos from their visit last week, so I'll post about those adventures soon. In the meantime, it's back to work on my imaginary dissertation!
*I know! In May! We broke a 135-year old record.
3 comments:
Mmm. I love asparagus. Our season is pretty much over down here, though. I took full advantage while it lasted, rest assured.
95?? You're sounding like you live in Louisiana.
My mouth is watering thinking about your delicious asparagus feast.
Leah, I know! The humidity was totally bayou-worthy, too.
And Heather, you guys grow the best asparagus--although I can't see a field of it without imagining a film we watched in high school biology that showed worms on the sea floor!
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