Saturday late night pea shoot salad, with Easter prep in the background.
March 30: Butterleaf Lettuce Salad with Snap Peas, Pea Shoots, Raspberries and Chèvre
That’s daughter Anna in the background using up all my chickens’ eggs and baking a beautiful golden braided circular challah bread. Planning, cleaning and shopping for Easter gobbled up our day, but we squeezed in a salad nevertheless.
Ingredients purchased at Philbrick’s Fresh Market, and based around the idea I wanted more pea things in my salad life! Leftover lemon-dijon vinaigrette from Thursday’s salad. Chèvre (goat cheese) plus raspberries to decorate the top with flavor.
Washed and drying – leaves of lettuce, crispy snap peas, and pea shoots.
The snap peas were so fresh and flavorful and snappy.
I don’t believe I have ever eaten pea shoots before.
Their soft leaves, curly-cue tendrils and watery stems hold the promise of spring peas to come. But even better than that, they hold the flavor of them, too.
One of the reasons they’re so appealing to gardeners and farmers is that they offer the flavor of the pea, but can be harvested in a quarter of the time. And one of the reasons home cooks are taking to them (apart from their flavor) is because they’re rich in nutrients. But how do you cook with something that quite literally looks like a plant (more so than any other produce you may have)?
Turns out, you can very easily just swap them in for any soft, leafy green in a recipe. Much like watercress, the stems are edible — and the tendrils are just delicious.
And check it out, you can grow them indoors year-round!
Happy Easter! Maple buds at 7:30 a.m.
Husband got home at midnight from recurrent training in Dallas. We went for a walk out back with our cups of coffee this morning.
It’s 8:30 a.m. Sunday morning as I’m blogging this, the house is clean, there are flowers, there is candy, and it’s time to gear up for church, guests, and mid-afternoon Easter dinner.
The year’s at the spring
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hillside’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in His heaven –
All’s right with the world!
– Robert Browning