Strawberries and asparagus

Sometimes it makes me sad when I think that we moderns don't know much about anything anymore, especially things that were related to the year and weather and celebrations and whatever. Oh sure, folks more closely linked to the land, like farmers, have more awareness of such things, but not in any formalized way. There was a time when everyone knew about it because that was the method used to mark the journey through the year.

When I was in Wroclaw a couple of years ago in early June, we had strawberry pierogies for lunch (along with other types of pierogies), and they were eaten with a thick strawberry milk (almost like a milkshake) sauce. Not only were they outstanding, I recall how passionately enthused our Polish partners were that it was "strawberry time". They only ate strawberries when they were in season and that was the season, and they were ecstatic. And it's an enthusiasm that's infectious.

Just a few days ago, we had asparagus for dinner; the last of the year. The Germans generally eat white asparagus and you only get it from mid-April to the 26th of May. That's asparagus season. It's not really eaten at any other time of the year. It's always a meal with new boiled potatoes, asparagus, Hollandaise or butter-lemon sauce, and some kind of a meat side, like a Schnitzel or dried smoked ham or perhaps grilled salmon. It's an exciting time of year because it's asparagus season (and strawberry season, so most desserts and cakes have strawberries in or on them); it's special.

Now, you can get strawberries the year round, and you can get white asparagus the year round, but I don't really know anybody who buys or eats them other than "in season". I'm sure there are enough people who do or the stores wouldn't be offering them. You can have just about anything you want any time you want, but the result is that nothing is special anymore.

Special things at special times make for very special feelings. When that's gone, life becomes mundane and monotonous. Everything simply becomes everyday. And that's sad.