When I was little, few things made me happier than being outside in the garden. Although I dont have any photos of it, the absolute best thing (as far as I was concerned, anyway), was picking sweet peas.
Those little pods each spring were absolutely magical, no two ways around it. Sun-warmed and popped open mere seconds after plucking, they popped into my mouth more often than they ended up in my basket, Im afraid. To this day, no other peas can compare, and it isnt just because of the sent....
The Spice is Right
