Peas
August 14 | Comments (0)
My Great Grandmother's garden was a playground for foodies. It had no lawn, ornamental ponds, or gazebos. The walkways were created with bits of flat stone and disused boards. By the time we arrived in August it was overflowing with the produce of Grandmas care. Carrots, onions, chives, cherries, pears and potatoes were all staples we came to expect every year. The best bit, was sneaking out before breakfast to eat fresh peas straight off the vine. There is something that that just screams 'summer' about the taste of fresh peas. Most of the time, i really dislike peas. As Patrick Brown used to say - "Little green balls of mushy poison". However, when they're fresh and raw...yummy!
Thanks JP for the pic.