The peas were a revelation. I'd grown the for the boys, who really like peas. Turns out they DON'T like FRESH peas, but I DO. I've always hated those nasty little green peas (and still do), but my garden peas taste more like edamame and the leftovers will be wonderful in a pasta salad.
Blogging has fallen off a LOT lately. It started when TMOTH and the mid-kid were in a car accident and I spent a whole week eating mostly fast food. Everybody will be fine (except the van), but it threw a monkey wrench into what has to pass for a routine in this household.
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