Spring has truly arrived when the peas are in season. Being a grower of food for the family, I’ve turned into one of those people who lives more by a seasonal calendar than a regular one. It may be spring by the diary’s account, but I refuse to accept that fact until the peas arrive. Philosophically speaking, I reckon the calendar of nature is more real to live by than the old human calendar, but that’s just me. Either way, the peas are here, and they’re fresh and delicious!
I get excited when the first flowers arrive, then when I see bees fussing around them, and finally I tend to lose my shit when I pick the first pea off the vine. That explosion of pea flavour is – well, it’s fabulous! There, I said it. These guys are the epitome of home-grown perfection. The kids and I gorge ourselves on the fresh green peas as we try to pick some for dinner. I reckon that’s a bit of a winner veg, when the kids love eating them off the plant, but I do like to cook with them, and this little ditty is a snack that goes well with a cold ale on a warm spring day. Tapas, if you will.