Comments on: Three Salads

By: chris

chris — Sat, 07 Jan 2006 14:50:59 +0000

Hi Edwin. Sure! I’ll have Tin go to your stall on Monday. Thanks!

By: edwin

edwin — Sat, 07 Jan 2006 11:19:27 +0000

chef chris … i might have few boxes of white asparagus this monday. want some ? cheers

By: chris

chris — Sat, 07 Jan 2006 08:26:05 +0000

Hi MM. Edwin sent me a sample too. They look great! Can’t wait to buy more to try different recipes. Apparently, according to my purchaser, the local grower covers his aparagus shoots individually with a tube to keep it from the sun and thus, from developing its green color(from chlorophyl)! Quite labor intensive huh? I know abroad they just cover the shoots in hay to keep sunlight out.

By: ichabod

ichabod — Sat, 07 Jan 2006 00:19:23 +0000

mmmm. your salads sounds refreshing. it would be a great change from the carbo and cholesterol laden foods we’ve been having the past weeks.

By: D-I-A-L-P-A-U-L

D-I-A-L-P-A-U-L — Fri, 06 Jan 2006 20:34:29 +0000

Yeah, that is all funny and everything, but I have the real low-down on asparagus that the others just won’t tell you about. It goes like this: I was walking once in the deep south of France and a very old woman came out of a cave holding a long wooden stick and hollering something about her heart hurting her. I did not know how to react, so I asked her if she needed help, and WHACK, right on my head. I was in great pain when it started to rain, and become quite foggy. T he ground turned soft, then soggy, and slippery. Sliding I was, upon soft ground, noticing that I was moving quite fast through the village of caves and woman with large sticks. I had to stop, but there was something so innocent about sliding on mud, something so…so pure. About a good fifteen minutes later I wound up near a pond where giant frogs and turtles were dancing to Barry White while an older man, who looks something like Gargamel (sp?) was popping. I thought I was in heaven, yes I did. So I asked if I could participate in a battle, “un bataille?” he responded “bien sur.” So he whistled and a small goat, a billy goat came trotting in with
a roll of linoleum on his back. It unrolled out, and the battle began. I started with a soft pop, that gradually sped itself up, and that I unleached a backspin and ended with a walking frieze. The old dude started popping also “biter,” then did the toyest windmills that I ever saw. I was victorious and I was offered some asparagus to eat. It was wrapped in bacon and steamed with steam from a coffee machine…so it smelled a bit busted…

Lata..