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  • My dad calls asparagus "sparrow grass." I'm not sure why, except maybe he likes the way it sounds. He likes to twist words, make them his own.

    I made myself sparrow grass for supper, broiled in the oven on a cookie sheet. My oven doesn't go very high, and it takes a long time. But the sparrow grass comes out tasting good - all soft and sweet and crispy tipped.
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