My parents would be in shock.
Yesterday, Soren and I walked over to the greenmarket, where we bought a loaf of sour rye, a good cheese, sweet peas, and young onions. And for dinner we had cheese and bread, and fresh sweet peas and onions, sauteed in butter, over rice. The main reason we cooked the peas was because there's something in them raw that Soren's allergic to (which is slightly upsetting, because he discovered that he loves the taste of peas fresh from the pods).
The reason my parents would be in shock is because as a child, peas made me gag, and sometimes vomit -- and here I am now, wandering through the greenmarket exclaiming in delight about them, and gleefully taking them home to eat.
Times change.
Yesterday, Soren and I walked over to the greenmarket, where we bought a loaf of sour rye, a good cheese, sweet peas, and young onions. And for dinner we had cheese and bread, and fresh sweet peas and onions, sauteed in butter, over rice. The main reason we cooked the peas was because there's something in them raw that Soren's allergic to (which is slightly upsetting, because he discovered that he loves the taste of peas fresh from the pods).
The reason my parents would be in shock is because as a child, peas made me gag, and sometimes vomit -- and here I am now, wandering through the greenmarket exclaiming in delight about them, and gleefully taking them home to eat.
Times change.