After previous post, my reader e-mailed me to enquire about something I mentioned. “What on earth,” he asked, “are mushy peas?”.
Well, if you take some dried marrowfat peas, soak them overnight, then boil them with a bit of salt and sugar until the form a thick lumpy mush, voila, you have discovered the delights of mushy peas. A couple of tips for those planning to prepare this culinary delight: a little bicarbonate of soda will result in mushier peas, and keep an eye on the water level while simmering them:
Mushy peas are traditionally served with fish and chips, or pies. Around these parts (Nottingham) you can also go to the local chippy and get chips with peas on top. This is known colloquially as ‘A Mix’. They are sometimes eaten on their own, perhaps with a little mint sauce, particularly at outdoor events such as Bonfire Night. Mushy peas are also strongly associated with Nottingham’s Goose Fair which takes place in the during the first week in October. In fact you will often hear people say that they are going to the fair, just to get a portion of mushy peas! “Forget the rides and the stalls, we’re here for the peas m’duck”.
So that’s mushy peas, nutritious, healthy, low fat and yummy. If you get the opportunity I urge you to try this quintessentially British dish. Just be warned however, that mushy peas are known for their ‘wind producing’ properties, so don’t go overboard – no matter how tempted you might be.
Aren’t we missing a day?
The observant reader may have noticed that there appears to be day missing. In fact there isn’t. Yesterday’s post ended-up being rather personal. It talked about a close friend and, to be quite honest, it was more than a little gushy. So I made it private. Chances are there will be other private posts in the future. The whole purpose of this blog is to write for my own benefit. The only reason I’m doing it in this format is because it’s a motivational trick. If I imagine my reader sitting out there and tutting if I don’t produce a post , then I’m more likely to write something. Thankfully my reader has a high codswallop threshold, so I can write almost anything and he won’t tut. Having said that, there are things that I don’t want him to know and those things I’ll keep private.
I did My Homework!
My son asked me to help him with his maths homework this evening. It was just about factorising an equation (and an introcutory type question at that) but I couldn’t for the life of me remember how to do it. I had to ask my daughter to remind me. Thankfully it all started flooding back as she patiently explained it all to me.
When I was at school, all those many years ago, I would have had no problems in doing it. I used to love algebra and juggling the letters about to get to the answer. So much so that I even played with equations in my spare time. For Fun! Sad, I know, but true. Since leaving school, however, the factorisation of equations hasn’t really played a huge part in my life and as a result I had become just a tad rusty. . All of which has given me another idea for my 50B450 project. HeadSwill comes-up trumps again.
And with that we’re finishing more or less where we started! (cue schoolboy snickering at the lame, and rather obscure, fart joke).