Spear me the thought of canned asparagus
Try this method with the fresh, seasonal kind instead
It’s midway through asparagus season. Asparagus has an allure which few other edible plants can match. It’s surely not because of its elegant genes (the plant is part of the lily family) but more likely because, as with artichoke, it remains obstinately seasonal, making the annual arrival so much sweeter. And, OK, the high price – it’s a labour intensive crop – stops it from ever being taken for granted.
While it is no doubt tiresome to read once again about the smelly urine the plant imparts to you after eating, it’s worth mentioning because there are people out there who think they don’t suffer from this after-effect. In fact, everyone’s wee stinks after eating the stuff; it’s just that some humans lack the genetic apparatus to detect the smell.
Good asparagus is so indecently glorious that the entire pantheon of gods probably can’t fathom how the hideous canned sort didn’t die a natural death after the first batch were bought and consumed. I once met them upon a pizza. It was truly surreal. Come to think of it, I haven’t seen these flaccid, watery stems on parade for quite a while. Could it be that everyone came to their senses? I’m sure I don’t need to tell you to give them a wide berth. ..