How was your weekend? We had a gloriously hot one, the kind that tempts you into thinking summer is just around the corner and leaves a nation of oddly-sunburned yet exuberant workers heading for the office on Monday whilst trying to remember how to locate the car air-conditioning, last used circa 1986.
We made the most of the sunshine with a weekend spent largely outdoors, venturing only to a local farm to pick the first of the season’s asparagus….
I had briefly contemplated adding asparagus to our growing kitchen garden, but the fact that you have to wait three whole years before harvesting your first crop saw it struck swiftly from our list. That and the vivid descriptions of the ferocious asparagus beetle with its red thorax and many sets of legs (okay, six legs. And it seemed even more ferocious when I misread its size as being 6 inches rather than 6mm. But I digress..). We roamed the avenues of spears, selecting those with fat stems and a general air of perkiness…
Once home, I constructed these tarts in a somewhat ad-hoc manner, adding together ingredients which I thought would work – asparagus, lemon, ricotta, peppercorns and a dash of balsamic – and hallelujah, they were delicious. My husband will agree that not all of my creative recipe-generation is successful, but these were the exception and so I share with pride;
Despite their beauty, Harry was decidedly unconvinced by asparagus, even after we told him about the exciting sulphuric effects it might have later. A suggestion from Harry then is that if you pick the asparagus off these tarts, they are even more delicious. Hmm… I beg to differ.
Have a great week!