Today, I, like Martha Stewart, braved the rains to harvest asparagus before the tops had a chance to loosen… But let’s be serious folks, the similarities pretty much end there. I didn’t wear cute little wellies, carry a pastel umbrella, or collect the spears in a woven basket. Also unlike Martha, who planted several hundred plants at her Bedford home, we have only three. Therefore, we never get much asparagus at a time. However, it is usually enough for the two of us. Tonight, it served to top off a sweet potato and egg frittata. And it was good, dagnabit! Martha, eat your heart out.