I Bisi di Lumignano
(Local Dialect for Peas)
We received a big ol' bag of peas this week. I've learned several things:
- The neighbors across the street are as generous as the ones out back. (Tell me again. . . what have we done to deserve this?)
- I do like peas -- fresh local peas.
- These are so good that we sat around our patio table Saturday with friends & wine, eating them raw, right out of the pod.
- These peas really don't need to be cooked with a load of "seasonings." I boiled them for 2 minutes, dried them, and coated them in a pat of butter and coarse salt. Yum. No, really, I kid you not. Perfectly Yum. Absolutely nothing like frozen or canned peas. Not even close. It's like the differnece between wild-caught Gulf of Mexico shrimp & frozen shrimp from China. I don't think I'll ever acquire a taste for those -- canned peas or Chinese shrimp. (Damn BP, BTW.)