Every spring, right around daylight savings, my anxiety over cooking winter’s hearty greens reaches its apex. I’m eager for asparagus, morels, English peas, tomatoes and corn. Roughly 25 dinners separate winter and springtime in my kitchen. Stores have artichokes from far-flung locales tempting me with spring flavors at designer prices. But if I can make the most of winter’s bounty, you can too.

The act of whistling is akin to the act of talking on one’s cell phone in that it’s utterly annoying to everyone except  the person whistling or chatting. In most public places it’s not acceptable to tootle what are in effect high-pitched squawks. You would never hear a two-finger whistle at the library, in a college classroom or even at the grocery store. But, as with many other bad behaviors, the bar seems to be a perfectly justifiable place for folks to practice their incessant warble.

Many bartenders would claim that the most annoying whistle is the one that’s blown to grab his or her attention. Certainly, it’s hard to glance up and smile at someone whose intention was to shatter your inner ear. Still, it’s a gentle cousin compared with the all-out party whistle.

Spork, the restaurant with no home but lots of homeys and the coolest graphic design support of any Bend eatery, is back on Century Drive this week serving up its brand of eclectic and savory meals from the Skjersaas parking lot. Catch breakfast lunch or dinner at the Airstream enclosed kitchen between 8 a.m. and 6 p.m., Tuesday through Saturday this week.

And with more warm weather on tap for the end of the week and weekend, look for some of the other mobile food purveyors, including Soupcon Bend and Sancho at the once again bustling corner of Harriman and Greenwood outside the Blacksmith, to begin ramping up business as Spring Fever takes hold. Or if a frankfurter and Old World recipe handmade kraut is more your speed, you’ll likely find the BurlyWurst brothers down at Mirror Pond plaza this week, as well.

As teenagers, my friends and I became known by name at the Chinese Buffet in our upstate New York town. There, we followed a ritualistic fortune cookie reading in which we’d tack on “in bed” to the end of our fortunes, making each experience a memorable one, and the buffet rotation felt almost like a school cafeteria. Whether it was the sleep-inducing buzz from MSG or our raging teenage hormones that led to the tagline, a reprise of “in bed,” fortunes echoed at Red Dragon Chinese Restaurant this week.

For many foodies, Americanized Chinese food isn’t a regular stop with more authentic Asian options like Japanese and Thai food available, but several of my friends, devout fast-foodies, as I’ve come to call them, enjoy nothing more than heaping portions of General Tso’s (an American invention) at Red Dragon. We arrived at this south-end spot and settled in with good intentions and were greeted by a giant gold Buddha in the entryway and the familiar sounds of trickling water and soft music. The space was well lit and decorated with porcelain vases.