Doris and Mildred, two posh old ladies, are sitting in a restaurant tucking into plates of Parma ham with asparagus and hollandaise sauce.
“Do you know, Mildred,” says Doris, “they used to call asparagus the ‘widow’s comforter’?”
“Not much comfort in one of these, Doris,” says Mildred with a sly smile, picking up an asparagus spear with her fork.
“Well,” says Doris, “apparently you have to use a whole bunch.”