Seeing as this is a recipe that embodies spring, it might surprise you to know that the first time I saw this recipe was almost three years ago in the dead of winter.
I was in Tonsberg, Norway, with my boyfriend and we were browsing around in a popular bookstore. Naturally, most of the titles were in Norwegian, but there were many English language books as well. I'm not sure why, but I was surprised to find a huge shelf with American cookbooks - especially those by celebrity chefs. My eyes scanned the titles and passed over books by Mario Batali, Rachel Ray, and Emeril Lagasse. But the one book that really caught my eye was Jamie at Home: Cook Your Way to the Good Life, by Jamie Oliver
. I really liked Jamie Oliver back then, and that was even before he started his Food Revolution and I liked him even more.
I reached up, slid the book off the shelf, and and turned back the tan hardcover to reveal colorful pages filled with beautiful recipes. The book was divided into larger chapters based on the seasons - which I loved - and since I was freezing my butt off in the cold and snow, of course I thumbed ahead to the recipes for spring and summer.
My mind danced around daydreaming of warmer weather when I could enjoy asparagus and fresh eggs, rhubarb, and strawberries all while basking in happy sunshine. But it was when I turned the page and saw a recipe called, "Incredible Smashed Peas and Fava Beans on Toast," that I was really intrigued. You see, I had never eaten a fava bean before (or actually ever seen one for that matter) and I am naturally curious about most things. But I had one problem - I was convinced that I hated peas.
Where this imaginary pea-hatred stemmed from, I have no idea, because as far as I can remember we never ate peas growing up. (Unlike those awful steamed brussels sprouts that I am sure I hated and had to force down by drowning them in milk.) When I finally did eat peas as an adult, I was prepared to leave them squarely on my hated-foods list, but my aversion to them disappeared into thin air after I popped one tiny, fresh, springtime pea into my mouth...
It was perfection.
It was dense and sweet, not soft but not too hard either, and I adored the way the small kernels just 'popped' in my mouth. I was in awe. (Not to mention, those little pea pods are just too cute. Seriously, who can resist those?)