Happening to look down, I spied a clump of wild asparagus growing on the ditch bank, with half a dozen fat, little spears that were just the right size to be at their best. One such bright Saturday in spring, I was walking along the bank of an irrigation ditch, headed for a reservoir where I hoped to catch some fish. I would be off early every Saturday morning to the river, the woods or the surrounding hills to see what nature was doing about bringing the earth back to life, and to revel in all the changes that had taken place since the week before. At that age, I didn’t mind school so badly when winter weather made it disagreeable to be outdoors, but, when the first warm days of spring arrived, I only existed through the five school days each week in order to really live on Saturdays. When I was about twelve years old we lived near the Rio Grande in New Mexico.
Finding and Recognizing Wild Asparagus (Asparagus officinalis) And I still owe Euell a debt of gratitude for opening my eyes to the magnificent quantities of food that Nature will provide us free of charge - if we’ll only let her.–JS. Here I was, a farm boy who’d grown up with great-aunts and great-uncles who regularly gathered wild strawberries and mushrooms and greens and - except for my experiences with hickory nuts and black walnuts - I was learning to collect and eat volunteer edibles from a book! But that’s the way it was. If you know where to look, you can find wild asparagus near your homestead.Įuell Gibbons’ first book on foraged foods, Stalking the Wild Asparagus, was published in 1962 and I bought a copy shortly thereafter.
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