Give peas a chance..

When all is said and done, which moment has certainly never occurred in this household or in my memory of saying and doing things. I dread reaching the point where “all is said”, and with the rate of attrition of things breaking or stopping working all about me there is little or no chance of attaining the Nirvana of “all is done”. I mention this after several hours of crawling around under a trestle table collecting stray peas that had incontrovertibly proved that the surface on which I was shooting my still life was not level whilst simultaneously confirming Newton’s law of universal gravitation. Several of the more creative strays had proved that they could produce random green patterns on a white rug very efficiently if they stayed quietly and purposefully hidden in the recesses of the soles of my shoes. I found that rage was ineffectual on a pea, so I gave peas a chance. I cooked them. I cooked them slowly in butter, a tablespoon of sugared water and a handful of big soft lettuce leaves. Sadly they were a disappointment and I’m coming to the conclusion that the admen aren’t lying and that the frozen pea companies do take the best. I have to say that I have a weakness for bottled petit pois. That being the case, here’s a picture of the strawberries, meringue and cream that I ate to appease my disappointment in what should have been sweet peas. RIP (really indifferent peas)