Flickin’ Peas
by Julie Robarts
This is the story of a boy (now a man).
Eating green peas was just not in his plan.
He tried every ploy to keep them from his mouth,
Hiding them east, west, and north, and, yes, south.
But his one favorite spot for flicking them all
Was the decorative planter hung on the wall.
Many years later, a man strong and sure,
His mother decides to update her decor.
The planter is passed to his bonny young bride
Who inspects it to find many peas stuck inside.
“What is this?” she asks with innocent eyes.
He pauses, then laughs and slaps both his thighs.
“That,” he admits, with a grin ear-to-ear,
“was my secret pea pot for many a year!
My secret is out. I’m totally busted!
Mum, how’d you miss them each time that you dusted?”
The moral, to young ones who might be so tempted,
Choose your spot well, where dusting’s exempted.
There you have it, three stanzas on Mark’s deep-routed dislike for peas, which flows through his DNA like the Amazon through South America. Have you ever seen a person shudder from head to toe as if someone’s walked over his grave? That’s what happens when Mark imagines eating peas. So, why would I even bother to make split pea soup? I guess you could call it a DNA experiment. Are taste buds inherited? I’m not sure, but I kind of assumed that, even though the kids actually like peas, they would take one look at this unfamiliar soup and head for the exits.
I have never been so happy to be wrong
My love of hearty, filling soups is well-documented, and I knew that this soup was a Sure Thing for me. Thick, tasty and filling, it is exactly the right soup for mornings that start out a chilly 39 degrees in the dooryard. But, I am simply giddy over the fact that all three kids found it tasty as well. Phew! I won’t have to worry about them flicking these peas in places where dusting is exempted, which, if you’ve ever been to my house you’d know is pretty much everywhere!
Make it. Love it. Write a poem about it
Split Pea Soup with Ham
adapted from Emeril Lagasse
Serves 8
1 tablespoon butter
1 tablespoon olive oil
1/2 large Vidalia onion, finely chopped
2 stalks celery, chopped fine
2 medium carrots, chopped fine
2 teaspoons minced garlic
1 1/2 cups chopped ham (I used leftover smoked shoulder)
4 cups water
4 cups reduced-sodium chicken broth
1 teaspoon salt
3/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1 bay leaf
3/4 teaspoon dried thyme
1) Place the peas in a large pot or bowl, cover with water by 2 inches and soak 8 hours or overnight. Drain the peas and set aside.
2) In a large pot, heat the butter and oil over medium-high heat. Add the onions, celery, and carrots and cook, stirring, until just soft, about 5 minutes. Add the garlic and cook, stirring, for 30 seconds.
3) Add the ham and cook, stirring, until beginning to brown. Add the drained peas and the remaining ingredients (water through thyme). Cook at a simmer, stirring occasionally, until the peas are tender, about 1 hour. Add more water as needed, if the soup becomes too thick or dry.
4) Remove the bay leaf and discard. Adjust the seasoning to taste.
Enjoy!






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OK-I have been to the world famous Pea Soup Andersen’s restaurant in Buellton, California. You must make a pilgrimage there. Maybe tie it in with a central coast trip-elephant seals, butterflies, Hearst Castle and Pea Soup Andersen’s. http://www.peasoupandersens.net/ I am with Mark. Can’t touch the stuff, though I’m sure your recipe is tasty.
LOVE THE POEM!
Thanks for the tip! I am learning that pea soup is like that weird cousin on your mother’s side… though everybody’s too polite to say so, nobody likes him
Please tell me you have read Martha and George’s “Split Pea Soup”??? George hides his pea soup in his shoe. Martha thinks his likes the soup and keeps making more!
One of my favorite children’s stories growing up – thanks for sharing a great soup!
-Katy W
I think I am familiar with Martha and George, but not this story. Fits right in. If Mark hadn’t had that planter, the shoe rac wasn’t far away
Thanks for stopping by and WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME ABOUT YOUR BLOG?? Silly girl
I’m half with Mark on this one. Raw peas = yummy. Cooked peas = not so much. I quickly learned how to just swallow cooked peas without chewing when I was young…..
At least you like the raw ones – can’t even get him to go there, but thanks to you, the 2 of 3 kids love them too
One of my favorite soups growing up & still. Even though both girls like peas I can’t get them to even try it, it’s definitley not the prettiest soup there is.
Agreed — it’s just not pretty. Have you ever heard anyone ask for a pair of shoes or a dress o a nail polish “in the perfect shade of pea soup?” NEVER.
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