A Return to the Market

Perhaps I need another trip to the Farmer's Market. I went this morning. Resisted the strawberries and rhubarb but snagged a few apples. There was asparagus to be had. Finally. Sitting on my counter now waiting to be devoured. Perhaps for breakfast? Perhaps for dinner? Perhaps sliced, diced, cooked, and pureed into a filling for some ravioli. That sounds delectably divine. An onion and some swiss chard. Nothing crazy. Nothing over the top. I looked at the radishes and kept walking. I did the same with crate after crate of peas. The first time viewed this season. A new color to the ever growing palette of goods waiting to be experimented with. And now this article to taunt me.