Asparagus for breakfast? No, it was yesterday for lunch and the remains for the evening meal. The season for asparagus usually begins in April through May until June. However things change in this world. We have become global and know no borders. Whilst our asparagus is struggling to keep warm and grow in the ground, in other countries it is ready to harvest, and so we import.
On Tuesday I usually cook somehing with rice, but it can get a little boring. We are both not great rice eaters, but it makes a change. Why Tuesday? Makes no difference. It could be Monday, or Wednesday, or any other day, but the menu plan calls for rice some time in the week, so why not Tuesday. Mr. Swiss is a pasta person and could eat it daily. I am originally a Brit, and Brits eat potatoes every day so of course, I like potatoes. As I do not eat alone at the table, I have to make allowances for everyone when cooking.
So I saw they had asparagus in the super market, out of season. The price was right and I decided to see the origins, shown on the back of the label, before buying it. You never know, it might be produce of North Korea or somewhere in one of those countries that would be suspicious. Imagine how happy I was when I saw that this asparagus had made its way from Mexico to Switzerland. I was doing something for the Mexican population. This asparagus had climbed a wall to reach my country. I did actually hear in the news that Mexico was now searching for new trade partners in Europe amongst other counries, so I was doing my bit by buying Mexican, at least until the French, Spanish, German and Swiss asparagus was ready.
The idea was to make asparagus risotto which more or less was successful. However as always with rice dishes, I overdid it and so we still had enough for the evening. No. 1 son would be absent for the evening meal, as it was the big carnival evening in town and he would be making the most of it. It is the day of the second carnival procession, with a grand final on the steps of the St. Urs cathedral in Solothurn, where all the various carnival bands have a concert. Not my sort of thing, but if you are carnival person, then why not.
So for the seond time Mr. Swiss sat down to another dish of asparagus risotto, and now there is none left.
Today there will be no asparagus, but I am not quite sure what it will be at the moment. We are going on safari in the local supermarket, so I am sure we will find something to hunt down. Wednesday is usually the day of fried potato, but we have decided to be dynamic and make polenta with some sort of meat: yes, a challenge daily in the kitchen.
It looks like a dull day, so I will not be taking photographic walks this afternoon, but be a stay at home person, happily cleaning the shower and playing with my computer. Tomorrow is an adventurous day and I might not be here to say Good Morning. My vampire doctor has decided it is again time to check my blood quality. I am sure it is a good vintage for a vampire, but it has to be proven by various tests and examinations. It seems this has to happen in the morning. Early morning blood is always premium quality of course, pure and a delightful shade of red.
I might or might not be back later in the day tomorrow, it depends on whether I survive the bite.
In the meanwhile they are lifing the barriers to let us leave our village again. These days you really have to be careful who arrives in our village, although I am not sure if they are stopping people entering or leaving.