It's that time of year again: asparagus season. The White Gold is available all over the Netherlands, and it seems to be a good year!
Now asparagus isn't for everyone. Some people love the stuff, some can't stand it, and some (*shudder*) don't care much either way.
I'm afraid stoneshop belongs to the last group. He doesn't hate asparagus, but he simply fails to see the attraction.
So today, at the market, we bought a pound of asparagus (for me) and a bag of fresh spinach (for him).

In my family, eating asparagus is a tradition, a bit of a ceremony even. We have them with butter, eggs and fresh young potatoes, and not much else. A bit of ground nutmeg and a dash of black pepper.
The tradition calls for two boiled eggs a person; these are peeled, mashed up with a fork, and mixed with a bit of butter. (Actual butter, of course. No substitute will do. Not with asparagus.)

It is a good year. I paid 1 euro 50 for a pound of asparagus and they were lovely. I'd peeled them well, then cooked them in the microwave; the potatoes were unpeeled, and boiled in water with a bouillon cube added to it. The butter melted on the asparagus spears and the crumbled eggs. I had made sure I had a nice white wine waiting in the fridge to go with it.

The picture isn't all that good. But the meal was.