Victory was mine tonight when the Sprogs condescended to eat, for the first time and in full view of the quart of ice cream that constituted their bribe, a single spear (each) of asparagus. I wish I had my own field of asparagus, notwithstanding the fact that there is something a little too erect about the things as they push out of the ground. I think I could get used to it, probably.

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