John Knight

Rookie (8 September 1933 / Liverpool - UK)

*5 Spring Asparagus - Poem by John Knight

One of the joys of Spring is fresh produce
Salads of course then Spring vegetables
One of which is sweet fresh asparagus.
I love delicate buffets where the serve
Oval mini-rolls with asparagus....
Tips - which makes them look like baby turtles.
There are 'Asparagus Recipes' on.......
GOOGLE - here are some suggestions for you.
Asparagus and Cashew Nut Omlette
Asparagus with local Honey Sauce
The asparagus ends need to be cooked
In boiling salt water for three minutes.
Fetticinne and Asparagus with.......
Scallops. This is a tasty supper dish.

This poem is an unrhymed sonnet (blank verse) . It has 14 lines and each line has 10 syllables.

These recipes can be found in Mireille Guiliano's book 'French Women for all Seasons'. Only the ends of the asparagus are used in these recipes. Mor of the stalk can be used to make Asparagus Soup.

John Knight 3 March 2011.

Comments about *5 Spring Asparagus by John Knight

  • (3/4/2011 8:20:00 PM)

    Delightful! A 'sonnet' to a vegetable...the delicious asparagus! Wonderful! A recipe included within the poem to boot! Marvelous idea! A very clever poem! I quite like it. But it is not Iambic pentametre. Iambic seems rather key. Either way, its a clever piece and I enjoyed it. (Report)Reply

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  • Margaret Alice (3/4/2011 5:51:00 AM)

    While you much on broccoli and asparagus, I shall indulge in ice-cream and chocolate cake, though you will live longer than me, it will be because vegetables make life seem endless, and my life will be sweeter as sugar shortens life but makes every moment so much better as well! (Report)Reply

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  • (3/3/2011 8:11:00 AM)

    In New Jersey, beware
    For those assembled there
    Are for the first delivery
    Of Earth's green bounty.

    Asparagus the buds so tender
    Hidden in the cold earth since December
    Now emerges in a strong showing fast
    That Spring is here at last.

    They crowd about the boxes
    Like so many hungry foxes
    Each wanting more, more, more
    Until there is none left in the store.

    But soon their appetite will be sated
    As the garden state's bounty is uncrated.
    Fruits, vegetables and more
    Are here not far from th' Eastern Shore..


    (Some of the nicest people I have ever met live in New Jersey!)

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 3, 2011

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