++tinaathena's'

But by midway through the season (right about now), we’ve already pan-roasted, grilled,sauteed, pureed, and shaved. We know time is ticking down on our yearly fling with asparagus, but we’re already starting to tire of it. As with new love’s first squabbles, we start to snap the ends more carelessly and fault it for its hidden grit. We let bunches fade in the crisper while we spend time away with ramps and pea shoots, hoping to come back and feel that same spark.