How many blogs have been born of a necessity to share information with an audience other than the writer's long-suffering spouse? My retail blog, for example, tackles topics that fascinate me as a retailer (my day job) but for some reason fail to excite Maurizio. No, I also don't understand why he wouldn't want to hear my opinions on the perfect clothes hanger. Men.
As a couple, we are generally of one mind when it comes to food, but I think for his sake I could use this blog as an outlet for some of my more passionate (and repetitive) food speeches. It was only writing up the indignation I experienced when Tim Horton lied to me (also mentioned here - repetitive, see?) that stopped me tutting every time I saw their menu board.
So today I'll relegate one of my most frequent rants to this page. Peas. I love peas. Maybe I go on a bit too much about the sociological and nutritional properties of the humble pea. Every time we eat one. "Do you know," I always say, "I really like peas. Why don't people appreciate them? They are so underrated. They might be the least glamorous vegetable. Or legume. Is a legume necessarily a vegetable? How can peas not be in fashion when offal is? Mmmm, lovely peas." There, it's written, and from now on I limit myself to a brief "yum" when we have fusilli piselli.