If I can be honest: I F#!&*ING hate asparagus. I hate the smell after it’s cooked, I hate the taste, I hate (almost) everything about it. I wouldn’t eat it. Nope. Never.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t cook it. I actually will admit that it can look pretty, and it can also look pretty delicious, too. And food is love, and I love (some) people. And some of the people I love also happen to love asparagus. For example, my husband, my mother, etc. So. There you have it. I make asparagus.