It just goes to show how dull my existence is. I have had a terrifying day today for reasons which I may feel able to discuss later in the week but not right now when it’s all speculation.

So, what do I do to mitigate my fear? I throw caution to the wind and spend £3 on some English asparagus for our supper. It may not seem like much of a thrill to most but it is a great treat when we love asparagus but only ever eat it for a few weeks each year when it is in season here. I don’t know why but I just can’t justify eating asparagus that’s been flown here from Peru. I do understand the point about supporting developing economies but still think there is something fundamentally wrong with the practice.

My good buddy Colin tells me he buys it on its sell-by date in the supermarket and freezes it which seems like a good idea – you know, you’re not directly supporting the trade but are happy to mop up stuff that would otherwise go in the bin. There is no chance of engaging in such practices in these parts – I NEVER see things like asparagus reduced in our supermarkets. If we’re lucky you might see the odd pack of yogurts or a few ready meals but that’s about it. Also – buying asparagus dead cheap in the knockdown section is a great way of justifying making it into soup and I do love a drop of asparagus soup.

We’re going to eat the asparagus cooked simply in a drop of olive oil and served with home-made pasta and veggie parmesan. I’m not sure there is any greater comfort – oh, well, I suppose there could be a bucket of red wine but gone are the days when I could justify the expense, the calories or the units.