In March I was in Calabria visiting my family and did a little wild asparagus hunting with my cousin… if you’ve read some of my posts, you know I like to forage for “wild things” so yesterday when E and I were out on a hike with Dexter (our Italian Labrador…. you mean you didn’t know about Italian Labradors??!) We decided to gather some dandelions for lunch and while I was picking and E was taking pictures, the conversation went something like this:
E: how about some asparagus?
Me: What?… did you say asparagus? You must be mistaken.
E: No, these are asparagus.
Me: I don’t think so, there’s no asparagus around here.
E: I know what asparagus look like.
Me: HOLY S*&%!!
If you’ve seen the video and the photos of the wild asparagus we found in Calabria you can see the difference. These asparagus look like the ones you would find in the supermarket. I remember going asparagus hunting with my father when I was young. He told me that there used to be an asparagus farm in the fields where we would find them, so the asparagus were thick. There’s a neighborhood in that field now but I assume that there might be a similar story behind these since it was an old farm that has since been donated as a wilderness reserve… whatever the story, it’s A-OK with E and me because we’re having asparagus for dinner!
