A mouthful of Spring

Spring for me means flowers. Of course. But it also means fresh, new produce. I try to buy seasonal vegetables (although it’s not always easy!) so when spring arrives I’ve been craving fresh peas and fava beans for about three months. Among many, many other things.

Fresh peas rarely make it to any dish I have in mind – I usually just sit in front of a good series with the whole bag and eat them raw until I’m sick.

Fava beans on the other hand are different. I can’t really seem to eat them straight out of the pod – I’m not sure if it’s the fuzzy interior of the pod, or the memory of opening pods and finding visitors (which has never happened with peas) that makes me need to put them in a dish and add something to them.

However cooking these fresh beans seems like a waste. So this is what I do.

And it’s so simple that one photo is more than enough.


Fresh fava beans. This goes without saying. They taste even better (and cost less!) if you take the time to shuck them yourself.

Pecorino cheese. Or, if you simply cannot find it, parmesan.



Olive oil.

A Mouthful of Spring.



About Full Of Daisies

I am permanently in love. Things I like: purple, pasta, silk, autumn, the smell of mould, candles, cachi, having friends, water, new things, rice, eggs (all eggs!), fresh grass, olive trees, shiny things, glitter, hanging objects, windcatchers, wind, couscous, wasabi, carnivores, presents, snow, leaves, orchids, feathers, cappelletti, meat, fruit (all fruit), more del gelso (Morus alba L.), pigs, candles, christmas, polenta fritta!, separating egg whites from yokes in my hands, cartoons, dragons, the ocean, nudibranchi, cows, mercury (the metal), cosmos (the flowers), thunderstorms, Mika, turtles, acquariums, green and blue (mixed), siccamores, spring, snails, 24, porc with a sweet sauce (apple, cranberry, tomatoes jam), looking at a swimming pool upsidedown and underwater, english accent, open-minded people, driving, blue skies, checkered tablecloths, butterflies, books and cartoons in rhyme, painting eggs, the star-shadows that football players have, silver, laughing, Vivaldi, bells and chimes, white and purple, creating. Complete Happiness: Early morning. Sun, with a breeze; a pond with water lilies. A house, with a garden, full of plants. A vegetable patch, lemon, orange and mandarin trees. Cosmos everywhere. Birds in the trees; a tortoise eating the salad from the vegetable patch; a mammal (I couldn’t decide which one would make me happier) close by. No houses for as far as the eye can see. Me, a man that loves me and that I love. Friends coming over for a lunch that I have to prepare, and have all the ingredients for all ready in the kitchen.

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