Growing cool weather peas in this area is almost impossible but the Lincoln Peas do better than most. The vines are looking bad. I can see some powdery mildew starting. I could spray it with a mix of baking soda, dormant oil spray and Castille soap but the vines are at the end of their life with the heat so I’ll probably pick them Wednesday and again on Saturday and then pull the vines and dispose of them.
We pick these peas when they’re tiny and eat them raw, or put them in salads or steam them or stir fry them. They’re quite good just about any way you can think of to cook them. The mature pods are picked and shelled. I’ll either eat the peas raw in a salad, use them in fried rice or cook them with a little water, butter and seasonings. We love them.
Those little peas are so packed in the shells. Year after year, for many, many years, I’m amazed that planting one little seed will produce a plant with hundreds of pea pods that are packed with more little seeds. Of course, it’s that way with pretty much everything. The garden is such an awesome place to be! I find myself out there talking to the plants and thanking them for doing so well, but that’s probably not something I should admit to doing, right?
I’m not crazy about these peas canned or frozen but I think I’m going to can these this year. I’m about halfway done shelling what I picked today. A nap may have cut into my productivity this afternoon but that’s allowed on a hot Sunday afternoon!