Whilst watering my brown earth pots with carefully collected rainwater, I felt glad that I don’t commute through the chaos in order to pay for my food. I’ve replaced money with time.
The tantalising anticipation and sheer delight as the tiny little shoots appear are worth starving a bit in winter and relying on porridge, lentils and oatcakes for. I’d never set foot in a restaurant, shop or delicatessen again if it was in exchange for the sweet sensation of the first pea shoot of the season, ground between the molars to produce a burst of unmatched youthful vitality and sublime flavour in symphony upon my tongue.
A fresh pea shoot requires neither seasoning nor sauce. It’s perfect just the way it is.