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By Keith Floyd
Published 1987
So why don’t we sometimes, when by happy chance we have a rabbit we cannot eat that day, or see a tree full of chestnuts on a late summer Sunday walk, preserve these little dreams for use at some other time? I, for example, hate frozen peas and have never eaten a fresh garden pea that was properly cooked or tasted nice, but I have to admit that I really love those tinned French peas that have lettuce in them and are pale green – almost grey – in colour and, according to the worthy executives of large food companies, are unsaleable in this country because of their pallor. The old motto (ho-ho), ‘Never mind the quality, feel the colour’, still presides in this country, but even better than tinned French peas (petits pois) are home-preserved peas.
