It's pea season. When we arrived at 10 a.m. this morning the grower was already on his second 200 gallon trough. He said when he opened the farm this morning there were 14 cars lined up on the road. The peas go fast. Sometimes his FB site announces at 9 a.m. they are out for the day but usually it's a little after noon that he runs out. The farthest in Michigan that someone comes is five hours away. There is a woman who comes from Missouri. Apparently, there are just two pea growers in Michigan but like he said he didn't like them cooked but will eat them raw and " I wouldn't drive five hours for peas! " I said it's too bad I don't like peas. Fresh, though, they are quite good, so people tell me. He said people eat them raw with peanuts. "I'd rather have a handful of M & M's," he said. I come from the era where peas came in a can and when forced to eat them, well, it wasn't pretty. But that also meant I didn't have to have them force fed to me after that. Probably it's a mental thing.
No quilting being done. None. Lost my mojo. Haven't been feeling up to par lately so even the Thinking Bed has been cleaned off. Maybe later.
My husband grows peas and I've spent hours shelling them in the past. They didn't do well this year so I just let my grand kids eat them raw. We were all happy.
ReplyDeleteThe difference between the States & Australia!!! I come from the generation (about the same age as you I am sure) when I would sit at the kitchen table shelling peas with my mum...one in the pot - one on the mouth! I LOVE fresh peas...I never see them in our shops - only Sugar Snap peas and snow peas. Tinned peas are entirely different to fresh peas - even cooked fresh peas are so different.
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There is nothing like fresh peas. As Susan said, half of what we shelled were popped straight in the mouth. We sometimes grow them, but only have limited space. Mick’s father grew them commercially, as did my maternal grandfather. Mum hated picking them as a kid. Mick also hated picking them. There were itinerant pickers that travelled around, generally European migrant families. My Dad always grew them in the back yard. Must say that I really don’t like canned peas, but frozen ones are fine.
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