1982: A very good year for bowling.
Nobody bowled, but I knew I would've won. Eradicator!
Spargelsuppe: cream of white asparagus soup. I've been contradicting myself re: my opinion of Spargel, the darling of the German summer. It's easy to dis the weirdly blunt, flabby cave-wands, object of hilarious fervor (Spargelzeit!, "asparagus time!"), grown underground to prevent photoynthesis, so unlike American asparagus that they don't even make ya pee stank. But no: it is delect and I will never malign Spargel again.
Salat. You can see shredded carrots, cabbage, cooked yellow potatoes, tomatoes, cucumbers, and lettuce, dressed in a sweet, not-vinegary dressing. Srsly where the fuck are they growing this shit, Eden? Been ruminatin like every day.