When I would visit my
grandparents as a kid, in Pennsylvania, I would inevitably end up in my
Grandpa’s garden. My most vivid memories of that garden centered around the
peas. I would post up, find the most plump pods, and crack them open to eat the
raw peas one by one. I was secretive. Stealthy. I had to be doing something
wrong because they were so tasty. You would have thought that little me found a
secret stash of candy. Come to find out that is what they were there for. To
eat. Raw or otherwise.
After our first spring/summer
North Carolina garden failed to produce to our expectations - because of the heat, poor soil,
beginners lack-of-luck, you name it –
I decided to plant some peas as the summer heat subsided. Come to find out, the
North Carolina fall supports the needs of peas. Because of that, I temporarily
had my own candy store.
Now the frost has set in and
I’ve since removed the peas from the garden, big me is surprised that they made
it inside the house… well, at least half.
