The Garden Chonicles

The resident whitetails have been munching on my pea vines while we slumber - mostly helpless to their nocturnal garden raids. 

 

Cover your pea fence in drop cloths? The wind and the critters move them. Grrrr

 

In any event, between other chores I picked peas yesterday and today and began processing them. 

 

Pick, shuck, blanche, fast chill in ice water, drain, flash freeze and vacuum seal. 

 

During the shucking Blonde Dog in particular was intent-upon chasing-down the random errant pea on the porch.

 

Direct to the freezer in about 24 hours or less. 

 

 

The remaining pods are deliciously immature and I’m going to pick those tomorrow with a vision of incorporation in a stir fry. Maybe shrimp stir fry.

 

So, let the word go forth to whitetail nation - garden raiding is a capital offense around these parts.

 

Vive le Jardin Magnifique!