Spargelzeitgeist

It has been a year since we were in Germanophone countries, consuming our weight in springtime asparagus. Anymore, in the US we can eat asparagus any time of year, but as I noted in this recent post, there's something nice about celebrating a food in its time.

We aren't in Germany this spring, but we've been lucky to have spent much more time than normal at the German hotel where our new bank is located. We were there again today, and we decided to order most of our supper off the Spargel Karte. What we received, then, was not a surprise, and looked as though we were back in Germany.

Spargel, Kartoffel, und Hollandaise.



However, there was one thing on the menu that I wanted to order, regardless of how full I felt, because, quite simply it was my Spargeltraum come true. Last year I joked about the absence of an asparagus desert in Germany. Today we ate one.

 

Spargel und Erdbeeren mit schwarzem Pfeffer, Balsamicoessig, und Vanilleeis

It wasn't much to look at, the macerated asparagus looking weak and limp next to the bright red berries and the stark white ice cream. It was, however, weirdly delicious. Brigid declined a bite, but the rest of us enjoyed a few yummy bites.

It was almost as though we were on Chopped, and asparagus was in the dessert round mystery basket.