‘I’ is for Pea

Not just any peas, husband’s ITALIAN peas (Piselli in Umido).

Had been thinking about this tiny challenge, when here we are having a Joint Big O celebratory dinner, tête a tête, at home - and the peas (he knows I love them) were sitting on the plate staring up at me.

So there we are tiny ‘Italian’ peas - buonissimi. And just took the blip in time, they’re all gone.

NB Out for mine tomorrow and big lunch party for family and friends on Sunday.