This time of year slays me; in New York City, the snow is pretty much finished, the ear muffs have been packed up and early daffodils and crocus blossoms are poking their way through the packed city soil. And yet, there is no food growing yet.
It's the season when my dreams are populated with ramps, fiddlehead ferns and asparagus. A few weeks ago I was visiting my family in Los Angeles and had plenty of springy food, including some of the most beautiful asparagus spears I'd ever seen. So in anticipation of my own northeastern asparagus season, I'm thinking about a dish I've made for years with barely cooked asparagus and boiled eggs.