These came from the free peas the garden's pea-straw mulch provided. Mighty tasty there were too.
Mighty tasty there were too. And they came from such delicately-pink flowers with a faintly scented sweet pea-ish perfume (hardly surprising really).
And they came from such delicately-pink flowers with a faintly scented sweet pea-ish perfume (hardly surprising really).  I think I'll call them "Double Pleasure Peas".
I think I'll call them "Double Pleasure Peas".
 Mighty tasty there were too.
Mighty tasty there were too. And they came from such delicately-pink flowers with a faintly scented sweet pea-ish perfume (hardly surprising really).
And they came from such delicately-pink flowers with a faintly scented sweet pea-ish perfume (hardly surprising really).  I think I'll call them "Double Pleasure Peas".
I think I'll call them "Double Pleasure Peas".
 
 

 
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3 comments:
Why on earth would anyone dislike shelling peas? Such pleasure. OK, name them Triple Pleasure.
Free peas!
Cookie, from my observations at the supermarket I'd say say there were folk out there who don't like to mash or roast their own potatoes, chop their own onions or even strip their own chook carcass!
But yes, triple pleasure indeed!
Well named!
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