Wild IN BEIRUT
The Saturday morning organic farmers market is a feast for the eyes. Lush greens and herbs, from the homegrown to the wild await the early risers. Vegetables of every color of the spectrum, in sizes ranging from miniatures to regular, fill the stalls of farmers arriving from regions across the country.
What I quickly flocked to seemed to resemble asparagus, but a very unique variety. I have never seen wild asparagus, only the kind I usually find in supermarkets. Upon inspection and inquiry, I realized that each asparagus was a quarter of the size of a regular asparagus and three to four times the length, and looked like wild grass.
The farmer pulled one out of the bundle and presented it to me to taste. It appears this variety is eaten raw because it is so tender. Sure enough it was tender and had a green-earthy flavor to it. I soon found myself reaching for a second one.
When I asked for a recipe, stuck in my old ways, he looked at me and reiterated that it should be cooked and that it simply does not need anything. Adding that very few things can be enjoyed raw—a privilege I should revel in. So I brought a bundle home that had over 100 stalks and as appetizers we discovered their joys one-by-one with a simple vinaigrette dipping sauce of lemon juice and olive oil. I could not think of a healthier appetizer.


