This past Saturday morning, I was hoping to score some asparagus at the Noe Valley Farmer's Market. My brother gave me tips on a new cooking technique that I was aching to try. As soon as people start talking about spring and/or Easter menus and I see hot cross buns at Dianda's, my thoughts inevitably turn to asparagus. A favorite brunchy type menu for this time of year is quiche or frittata, asparagus, ham with all the fixings, and hot cross buns.
At the market, I already had chili lemon pistachios, apples, oranges, and some jalapeno cheddar bread. Most of the stalls were closing up, because it was 12:59 p.m. I hurried over to a table with asparagus. "I'll take this one," I said, and started to dig through my pocket for money.
"Nine dollars," I was told. I thought I had misheard the guy working the stall.
"I'm sorry? Did you say nine dollars?" I asked.
He looked bored and said flatly, "Yes. It's six a pound. This is a pound and a half. Nine dollars."
I just couldn't do it. "I'm sorry. Never mind," I said. I kept saying to myself, "Nine dollars?" in my head. His prices were in line with one of my favorite organic markets, which listed asparagus at $5.95. I'm waiting for the prices to drop, and hope they do in time for Easter.