This obsession with Spargel is such a German thing and ex-pats and short-term residents have lots of fun making fun of Germans and their obsession with Spargel. But seasons mark the year and our time here and it's only right that it is so.
When the season opened this year it was still cold and some fields even had frost. Ouch. Those tender shoots and tips were not happy. Neither were the growers. But did that stop the harvest? Did that stop the consumers of Spargel? N.O.
So, we've had asparagus several times already at home, just us two and also with guests. This weekend was a Spargel marathon dinner out three nights in a row and everything Spargel! And we are not complaining. The season will be officially over when we return from the US.
The highlight was of course dinner with our long-time friends. It was tricky finding a date since Werner and I were leaving for the US, Ulli and Ilsemarie for Majorca, Klaus and Johanna forever running back and forth between Bremen and Berlin. But we did, and as usual it was wonderful.
We are getting older. Check out those white heads!
Here, the stars of the evening:
Everyone exclaimed it was enough dessert for an army, but somehow, after all the lovely Spargel and potatoes and butter sauce and sliced smoked cured ham, we devoured TWO ice cream dishes, practically the whole bowl of rhubarb mousse with strawberries and then still munched on chocolates.
After all that, we exercised ourselves with lively discussions of the state of the world and the state of politics here and there and finally called it a night when we got it all right.
And a delightful night it was. Next meeting, sometime in summer for an outdoor barbeque, weather willing.
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