By Alma Lach
When I’m presented with a plateful of peeled shafts of asparagus I recall the sentiments of Uncle Remus and so “all by my own-alone self” I’m happy. “Hit look lak sparrer-grass, hit feel like sparrer-grass, hit tas’e lak sparrer-grass, en I bless ef ’taint sparrer-grass.”
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