It seems that in the garden blogosphere tomatoes are considered the ultimate garden vegetable. I get that, I really do. Tomatoes are so colorful and shiny. And, there certainly is no comparison between a vine rippened, home grown, heirloom tomato and those pale, acidic, force ripened lumps you can buy at the grocery store.
But, I have a confession to make. Even the fancy pants tomatoes don’t do that much for me. No, the real reason I have a garden is the peas. I love peas. I eat them pretty much everyday. I sneak them into salads, soups and pasta dishes that do not call for peas in anyway whatsoever. I keep a back up stash in the freezer so that I will never run out. I have pickled them and served them at parties.
Seriously, ask David. He will be more than happy to tell you about the many, many ways I try to add peas to his food which is already perfectly good with out your crazy, thank you very much, woman.
My parents kept a garden when I was a little kid, and while I am sure that they grew many other things, all I remember about those gardens is eating the warmed snow peas right off the vine.
So, yeah, peas. I am a little obsessed. And, word on the ‘net is that you can plant peas out doors in North Carolina this month. This seems a little crazy to me since I just scraped a surprisingly tough rime of ice off my windshield this morning.
Then again, the chives and daffodils seem to be growing perfectly happily right now. I have tons of seed peas, so I am going to give it a try this weekend and see if it works.