Friday, 4 June 2010
The English are supposed to be quite patriotic. I don't think I am, particularly. Certainly, when I see the Cross of St. George, my first thought is, 'Oh no. Football fans...'.
What I do like to see bandied about the place though is the Union Flag. The concept of a happy, unified United Kingdom appeals, and anyway, I was always taught to write 'British' on forms asking for my nationalty, so it is the flag I identify most with.
But whatever. The point is, I found one attached to my asparagus today. That means we're really into British Summertime. Finally! Though the sweltering heat had led to believe this to be the case anyway.
I love asparagus, and I really think ours is the best in the word. This little bunch is going to become Asparagus Holstein, which I know isn't the most British sounding dish in the world, but I read about it in 'Nigella Bites' years ago, and it's my favourite way to eat these juicy, jade-green spears.
It's not glamorous; it's a fried egg plonked onto steamed asparagus. But it's the best first course around at this time of year. Why Holstein? Well, I think that's the name of an asparagus growing region of Germany. If this is how they eat it there too, I may have to pay a visit.
How do you eat yours?