In the summer of 1995, I took my four girls down South so they could meet relatives and see the beautiful homeland of our ancestors. Our van traveled in a caravan with my parents and brother, Leslie, in one car; and my other brother, Fred, and his family in another.While at Uncle Charles’ and Aunt Blanche’s house in Albany, Georgia, she served up some lunch, which included field peas I’d never seen before. They were green like a regular garden pea, but not quite as round. They were more oblong, but not quite like a black-eyed pea. I sure did like those peas. I had never had anything like them before and I’ve never had anything like them since.
Apparently, I did not find out right then what they were called, but as I have thought about them a lot, I have decided they must have been butter peas, the most delicious of all the different varieties of field peas. I would sure like to have some more of those, cooked just the way Aunt Blanch cooked them, flavored with a little butter or meat grease.
I will always remember Aunt Blanche when I think of butter peas or whenever I get to taste them again.
Apparently, I did not find out right then what they were called, but as I have thought about them a lot, I have decided they must have been butter peas, the most delicious of all the different varieties of field peas. I would sure like to have some more of those, cooked just the way Aunt Blanch cooked them, flavored with a little butter or meat grease.
I will always remember Aunt Blanche when I think of butter peas or whenever I get to taste them again.
Picture found at http://www.ajc.com/living/content/living/food/stories/2008/07/22/fieldpeas_0724fd05CVV.html
(The previous story was submitted to a memory book being compiled for Blanche (Booth) Thaden in honor of her 90th birthday!!)
This is a very nice story. I remember that trip down South, but sadly I don't remember the peas! Aunt Blanch and Uncle Charles had such a lovely house, though... so green and full of flowers.
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