I was sort of vaguely listening to the chatter of the hordelings from my lofty perch near the continental divide (the North-South one) when I heard discussions of food, and one word leapt out at me: peas. There is much conversation about peas in the comments here, so I assume you must all love them as much as I do. So I bought peas, many peas, and I had dried peas soaking overnight, and this morning I made pea soup by tossing in carrots and onions and oregano and garlic and a bit of salt and a few other secret ingredients, and I set it to simmer.
The peas are already creamy, and it’s at that delightful stage where the kitchen is rich with the smell of peas, and it’s wafting through the house warmly, tantalizing me. It’ll be ready for lunch. And dinner. And dinner tomorrow. It probably won’t make it to nine days, though. It will be gone.
Since it was all your idea, I thought I’d share. Don’t be jealous!