I love sweet peas, the most fragile of flowers; it seems as soon as you pick them with a waftof glorious perfume the petals fall and are gone. We’ve tried growing them but to no avail, our plants are spindly, attacked by creatures and the few blooms seem to be fragrance free. Maybe we should try again. My uncle had an allotment and grew rows of sweet peas; once after a visit, he filled my car boot with flowers,wrapped in damp newspaper. When I got home and opened the boot, I was enveloped in glory!
In my ninety year old cookery book, there is a section of suggested menus for each month. As you can imagine for July, salmon and lamb are there, with new potatoes, and followed by gooseberry pie.
Appetites in July often need tempting for summer days are not conducive to eating. But few could resist the little menu we offer.
For each ‘little dinner’ there is also a suggestion for how to decorate the table:
Sweet peas – shall they be pink or the spiritual mauve? Shades of one colour with little fairy like greenery make a gracious centre-piece.
I have no idea who wrote this book, I have tried to find the author – maybe it was just someone commissioned to fill the gaps between recipes. Whoever it was, I love the way they wrote what could have been dreary little intros!
Sadly I don’t have any pictures of sweet peas… but here for my featured image is a summer scene.