Wednesday, Jan. 25, 2006
Give Peas A Chance
It's amazing the insane things you do for love (or some reasonable facsimile thereof.) Even eating split-pea soup.
I am not a fan of peas. The name alone is off-putting to me, a homonym with pees, which certainly doesn't sound appealing for the dinner table. But I asked MC if there was anything he especially liked to eat, he specified split pea soup. I blinked a couple of times, then replied with a smile, "Okay, I'll make some."
Now, given my typical avoidance for the alleged vegetable, I'd never intentionally cooked anything that included the teensy green legumes, other than occasionally just warming peas from a can for my youngest daughter, who for some reason considers them edible. But yesterday, armed with an Internet recipe that I took more as a suggestion than true recipe, I bought the general ingredients, dropped them into a largish pot, added water, salt and pepper, and let the motley mix simmer for an ungodly amount of time until it turned to green mush with chunks of ham, at which point I declared the stuff officially "done."
MC was in heaven, and while I can't say it's my favorite meal, neither did it kill me. (Not yet, anyway.) In fact, the stuff was pretty okay. I'll stop short of calling it "good."
But I still don't like pees... er, peas.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )