By R.W. APPLE Jr. BEELITZ, Germany— n weekend mornings at this time of year, the traffic backs up alarmingly at the Beelitz exit on the Berlin-Leipzig autobahn. For about two months—from late April until June 24, the feast of St. John the Baptist—Berliners go bonkers over asparagus, especially the white asparagus grown in the sandy soil around this modest market town 30 miles southwest of the capital. They call the annual season of madness spargelzeit, or asparagus time. Along with the flowering of daffodils and lilacs, the appearance of the fat, juicy spears marks the end of the wet, cheerless Continental winter, and entire households .... (New York Times)<p>***Johnny. May I call you Johnny? Johnny. No one gives a shit. Now stop it.***
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