Eating this

I never, never eat fried eggs sunny side up – they’re so damn naked looking, not that I’m a prude (indeed, Joe Gould’s masterwork, “My Religion” [in it’s entirety, this runs “In winter I’m a Buddhist/And in summer I’m a nudist”] is my life story) – but I had this pile of asparagus, and thought…. hmmm, some nice runny yolk might be nice with that. The strange green stalks, epitome of spring, I blanched and threw under the broiler.