Scrambled Eggs and Sparowgrass

I had a lovely breakfast of scrambled eggs on toast with asparagus today.  It was really nice.  I was pottering around on t’internet and coincidentally on the 20th of April 1667 Samuel Pepys also had asparagus, but he had his with salmon and I didn’t buy mine for 18 pence in London!  I think from now on I will call asparagus sparrowgrass…

So home, and having brought home with me from Fenchurch Street a hundred of sparrowgrass, cost 18d.  We had them and a little bit of salmon, which my wife had a mind to, cost 3s.  So to supper, and my pain being somewhat better in my throat, we went to bed.