When I was a kid, I would park myself in my grandmother’s vegetable garden and snarfle my way down the rows, eating the carrots and peas like some gigantic verminous pest. My wife planted peas in our garden just for me, and the first pods were ready for eating.
Mmmmm. Peas. A glorious vegetable.
Century-old genetics mystery of Mendel’s peas finally solved
Man, Minnesota. You’re just now getting peas?? I’m in Central Illinois and our peas have already died and we’re just starting to think about planting again for a fall crop.
You get two crops? Whoa.
We planted a bit late. It’s our fault.
Curious: You ate the peas raw when you were snarfling your way down the rows? I’ve never done that tho I suppose it’s fine. Plenty of raw carrots of course.
I eat raw peas all the time. They’re great. Like sweet popcorn.
@PZ Yeah, it’s an early cool weather crop in the spring and a late crop in the fall, as long as there’s not too early of a frost
Peas on Earth.
All we are saying
is give peas a chance.
I can’t stand crunchy peas so that’s a nope for me, dawg.
Ah, snow peas lightly saute’d in a drop of olive oil with some sliced almonds, marvelous!
Aren’t you worried about phytohaemagglutinin poisoning?
There was a spate of people dying from eating undercooked peas and beans in the 1980s.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snow_pea
My wife grows the same and it’s best for raw crunching.
Or for stir-fries and the like.
(Kinda like celery)
I should try them raw, because I detest them cooked. Cooked they have the same mouth feel as a bloated tick, bursting.
We don’t have a garden, but live in the South San Francisco Bay Area in California. South of us are coastal valleys that grow things like snow peas and sugar snap peas in the winter, and my husband is a huge fan. He enjoys stir-fried snow peas and loves to snack on raw sugar snap peas. I’m just okay about them. However, the same areas produce wonderful artichokes, which delight me and make my husband wrinkle his nose in disgust. To each their own.
Growing up, my dad had a garden in the Central Valley, a warmer area in the summer and cooler in the winter, because low mountains separate it from the coast. The bulk of California’s produce is grown in this vast valley. Dad kept artichoke plants (perennials in lowland CA) and got two crops a year. Occasionally he would let a few ‘chokes open into enormous purple flowers that dried extremely well, and so we had a couple of giant vases of amazing purple flowers that only faded over years.
Dad grew snow peas as well, but my mother insisted in drowning them in oil and frying them to floppy limpness, so I was put off from a young age, but made to eat them. OTOH, he also grew summer green beans, which have amazing flavor when they go directly from garden to washing sink to cooking pot for dinner.