It is asparagus time again. It is a sign of Spring that they arrive in the store. My son lives in Switzerland on the German border and tells me in Germany they have stalls along the roads where you can buy them freshly picked from their mounds. We have both green and white asparaagus. The white ones grow in mounds to keep the sun away and keep them colourless. I use the green more for cooking in a risotto with rice. They give work with peeling them and chopping off the hard ends, but the result is a tasty evening meal.
Which we usually serve with ham and other dried meats. A sauce hollandaise is also a companion, and no, I do not make it myself, although it has been known in the past. It is not worth the time and trouble. The local store delivers a good ready to make powder. It is a sort of tradition for us to eat it on Saturday evening.
I notice that my Facebook page now confronts me with the following
“Protecting Your Information
We understand the importance of keeping your data safe.
We have banned the app “This Is Your Digital Life,” which one of your friends used Facebook to log into.” etc.etc.
I know all about this and that Mr. Zuckerberg even had to appear in front of a government hearing, so what am I supposed to do. If you join Facebook, and even have a computer, your life is no longer your own. And so all my likes are registered – no problem, it is part of online life. Everyone knows all my secrets. I am sure it makes an impact when my digital life knows about the murders I have committed (none so far) and details of my school life (which is actually in a separate section and nothing record breaking). I even re-blog my WordPress articles, although on my own community, but it might not be a community, a world data base.
It doesn’t bother me, if it did I would not have joined a social site, any social site, in the first place. When I go I will leave footsteps in the world data bank. I must add that a shirt and tie does not suit Mark Zuckerberg, I prefer him in a t-shirt.
My daffodils on the table on the porch have at last opened their flowers. They were a sort of special offier at the store and I did not know what colour they were. I was delighted to see they have orange centers. They will now stay on the porch and when they are finished I will plant them somewhere in the garden.
As I did not go anywhere yesterday and do interesting things, there is nothing new in Angloswiss land. I just had a easy day, practicing walking on my leg and hoping I do not fall down during the exercises.
Enjoy the Sunday, I will. I will have fun doing a bit of cleaning and cooking and might even go for a wheelie in my chair this afternoon. It is strange, housewife cleaning is always a chore but since I am recovering from being out of action with a broken leg, I treasure every little bit I can clean again and am even beginning to enjoy it. Somehow it shows me that things can get back to normal. When I am cleaning windows, I know that I have returned.