Project 52 – Week 45 / Silent Sunday
Autumn is meant to be beautiful. The changing colours, with all the reds and golds of nature making up the landscape. The change from long days to long evenings and the change from summer days (ahem!) to long cosy nights in front of the fire.
I actually don’t like Autumn very much. I’m not a fan of long nights and dark mornings. I much prefer the warm weather of summer and don’t really get very excited about falling leaves, or the colours or the cosy fires. I am a bit of an Autumn grinch.
There is one thing that I do look forward to at this time of year though. Something that only appears for a small period around now.
They seem to only surface around bonfire night for some reason even though I’m pretty sure neither Guy Fawkes nor the houses of parliament at the time had any fondness for it. The other thing about them is that I’ve only ever found them in the town I grew up. And maybe the odd surrounding town. They look and feel like normal peas but are dark in colour and have a very different taste. Best eaten with salt and vinegar it sounds a slightly disgusting food to anyone that’s not tried it.
I took this a few days ago to send to my friend that now lives in the south, mainly to remind her of what she was missing. I didn’t send it in the end, feeling slightly mean about it.
And, if you’re wondering, they taste amazing! If anyone knows why they’re available around this time of year then I’d love to know.