Weekend ABC's - A is for Asparagus & Austen

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single woman stuck indoors on a weekend that should be spring, but decidedly wasn't, must be in want of entertainment.

Within a short walk of her coffee pot was her couch.  The couch's pleasing manners grew on the goodwill of (Sometimes!) Serendipitous Girl.  It was generally evident whenever they met, that the couch did admire her; and it was evident that SSG was yielding to the preference which she had begun to entertain for the couch from the first, and was in a way to being very much in love.

Comcast said "Come, SSG.  I must have you watch the Food Network.  I hate to see you sitting by yourself in this stupid manner with that coffee mug attached to your lips instead of Jamie Oliver."

"He is tolerable, but not interesting enough to tempt me; I am in no humor at present to give consequence to young men who pronounce fillet as 'fill-it.'  This is not a gas station, is it?"  asked SSG ... or she would have had she been in modern times, which she totally was not.

But Comcast did not oblige her wishes, and At Home With Jamie Oliver continued.

The show was about asparagus and set in an English Garden.  Jamie Oliver, a veritable McGyver, had rigged up a grill from a pile of rocks and what looked to be a baking rack, most likely welded by the local blacksmith.   "They're like three best friends of asparagus," Jamie Oliver explained.  "Cheese, egg and potato."

There was certainty at this moment, in SSG's mind, a more gentle sensation towards the strange Brit who just told her to "look a tha," when he held up his finished dish.  She thought of his regard with a deeper sentiment of gratitude.

The occurrences of the day were too full of interest to leave SSG much attention for any of her old friends--Barefoot Contessa and Giada de Laurentis--and she could do nothing but think, and think with wonder, of Jamie Oliver's recipe, and, above all, of his wishes that she not "cook the hell out of it."

While thus engaged, she drove toward town to her small country store, Williams-Sonoma, to procure the proper pan.  SSG's spirits soon rose to playfulness again.  The afternoon passed extraordinarily.  The acknowledged BFF's--asparagus, cheese, egg & potato--were indeed, a delight.  The recipe produced the desired effect, and SSG sat upon her couch again, satisfied.

With Comcast, SSG was on the most intimate terms.  She, as well as her couch, really loved Comcast and they were both ever sensible toward the service who, by bringing her to Jamie Oliver at Home, had been the means of uniting them once again.