Bacon wrapped grilled asparagus was on the menu when we were guests at a birthday dinner early in spring. My mother loved asparagus. Wheels loves asparagus. Me -- no. I would buy it for them, but eat it. . . emphatically NO. Not at all. Never. No asparagus crossed these lips. I had tasted it. Once. Bad memory. Even the name – *shudder*. However, this time the grill meister handed me the plate to carry to the table and casually said, this is pretty good stuff. Maybe it was the enticing smell of the bacon. Or the festivities. Or my good manners kicked in. Whatever it was, I put a bundle on my plate as it came by during dinner. Wheels raised an eyebrow and kindly gestured that he would rescue me from the asparagus ever so discreetly since I surely had taken it by ... [Read More]