My first row of peas are almost finished. I've had a good crop and the few my daughter let me eat were really sweet and juicy.
So I'm inspecting my second row of peas to see how they're coming along.
"They're a different variety," says my friend who has called round to check out what I'm growing.
"Yes they are," I say. "Well I bought the first lot already started off from the local hardware store and I grew the second lot from seed."
In fact I bought these seeds loose in the same place I got my pick and mix early potatoes (which makes things quite interesting because I never know exactly what I'm going to find when I dig up a plant).
"Are you sure they're not mangetout?" she says.
I look again.
The pods are very flat. In fact they don't seem to be fattening up at all. Actually she has a point. They do look an awful lot like mange-tout. I break one off and take a bite.
Mmm. I think they are mange tout.
Maybe I should have looked at bit closer at what I was buying. Not that I'm complaining. I like mangetout.
But somehow I'm going to have to break this to the sprog who's expecting a second row of peas!
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