Asparagus Time
It is asparagus time - white asparagus and Germany gets crazy over this every year.
Everybody except me and Jim loves asparagus.
They talk about asparagus in the news: how much - or I should say how "less" - the asparagus prickers earn, who won the asparagus peeling contest (the ladies from Great Britain had no chance, of course a Kraut won), an advertisment showing the asparagus queen, and little kids who can only stand eating asparagus if they have it with a great white sauce from one certain brand. But worse than that, we also get a lot of dinner invitations where asparagus is served.
Though it's usually fun to get dinner invitations, around this time we have to be very careful. My first reaction at this time of the year is usually "So, thank you, this is sooo nice of you. Do you have something special for dinner in mind?" You can be certain that the answer is "Uhh, I do have something really special in mind, ASPARAGUS!"
How do you tell people that their "special dinner" is a torture for you? Especially if your friends are only cooking dinner because they want to eat asparagus.
Well better times are coming - let me state it with the old country saying: Cherries red, asparagus dead! I swear: I love Cherries!