Peas

Peas! We have begun to pick peas from the seeds that Inaki sowed in the early spring.   Fresh pea pods  are wonderful eaten right from the plant.

“The more you pick the more they grow”, I said to Kevin who is Head Gardener and brings us food to cook every afternoon.

“Just like hairs on your legs,” quipped Victoria as she walked into the kitchen.

Rent a Kid.  Everyone should do it. DSC_0016 peas

We ate them lightly steamed with butter.  Just divine. Hot and crunchy.

I was Kitchen Mama yesterday which is like double duty for me so the day rushed past. One of the team leaves us today and on your last day you can choose your favourite last supper and he chose spaghetti bolognese.   So that was easy.  With a coleslaw made from cabbage and garden greens and the peas. It was great and almost all from the farm. (We have run out of last years tomatoes so these were canned.)

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Today we say good bye to Anthony.  He was only here a week but did lots of good work and then the original team of three and me will puddle along until our two French boys arrive on Monday.

Until then we will all throttle back down a gear I think.  Just milk and clean and garden and eat for a few days.

I hope you have a lovely day

celi

30 responses to “Peas”

  1. Love peas, I boil them in salted water until they’re just soft then skin the peas out of the pods with your teeth. Yum, my plants have pods but the peas aren’t developed yet.

  2. *laughter* Such a lot of logistics on the early summer farmy just now! Barely time to change the bed sheets ere new arrivals knock on the door!! Peas: guess we all have our peculiarities: personally do not much like peas, but give me peapods any day for a steam or preferably a Chinese stirfry and I am all yours . . .

  3. HALP Celi!!! I’m still signed up! Have I committed some vile sin that I have been cast out? Love, Gayle, sniffling in a corner.

  4. I feel that I have missed so much news from the Farmy while on holiday in London. On screen time is limited but I should be back to normal visiting next week. I could happily have a bowl of fresh raw peas for my breakfast… time to check out the kitchen before we head out for another day.

  5. One of my favorite childhood memories on the farm is picking peas and then sitting on the back porch during the heat of the day (there was no AC) and shelling peas – and having the old relative talk.
    Nothing smells as good as shelling fresh peas during the summer

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