Thursday, May 28, 2009

Peas, please!

"Petits pois s'il vous plaît" doesn't have quite the same ring to it, but it's something I find myself saying, often with some certain number of grams before it. You'd be saying the same thing if you could find peas like this every day of the week ... which would be weird unless you were in France. But you get the idea. They're great!

I wish I could say that my conversion to lover of peas happened yesterday, because I was *really* excited about these peas, but it's been almost a month now.

I am sure I must have had fresh peas before in my life, but so long ago I have no memory of them. And the canned and frozen varieties have got nothing on fresh peas from the market that you've shucked yourself.

I have to admit that a lot of them didn't make it into the ravioli "sauce" but I had a nice pre-lunch snack.

Cheese ravioli
3 Tbs. butter
3 shallots, sliced or diced
300 g. unshelled peas --> about 1.5 c. fresh peas?
100 g. cooked ham cut into thin strips
1/2 c. cream
Zest of half a lemon
Salt and pepper to taste
Fresh mint or chives to sprinkle on top (we used mint because it was so lovely)


Dee German said...

Those are great looking peas, Elisa. Your photo reminded me of when I was a boy in Clintonville, Wisconsin (age 11 or 12). There was a canning factory not far from where we lived and the farmers would bring their pea crop (vines, pods and all)to the cannery in slat-sided trucks. We would hide beside the road with our bikes and after they passed us we would ride up behind them, grab a handful of vines, and race back to our hiding place in the trees to eat them. They were delicious, but those were the days when DDT was used on all crops. Maybe that explains . . .


Dee German said...

Hi Elisa,

Another memory from my childhood in Clintonville is at about the age of 8. We lived near a lake and swampy area at the time and the city would send a big truck with a DDT sprayer on the back up and down the streets in the neighborhood. Us kids would usually be outside playing in our front yards when the truck came by and we would just stand there and inhale the fumes. Actually, DDT smells pretty good to an 8-year old, and the U.S. Department of Agriculture assured our parents that it was completely safe. If you can't believe a Government agency, who can you believe?.

I'll check out your Facebook page and post some vacation photos on my Facebook page.