les petit pois sont arrivées

This week has been hot, proper hot - 'boil your brains, then go lay down in the shade' hot.  If your job is outdoor manual labour, like mine, then this is the kind of weather that forces you to adapt.  So I have 'gone continental', and adopted a temporary policy of starting at 6 and finishing at 2 - followed by a siesta of sorts on the sofa in front of some crappy daytime TV.  This means I can leave work as the heat frazzled toddlers begin to wail, and the gaggles of snogging, smoking French teenagers start to utter loud expletives in the (mistaken) belief that no-one outside France is familiar with their words for poop and prostitutes.

The blessed cool of the early mornings means that, before 10 o'clock I can get round all the gardens to water, followed by another complete circuit to harvest produce for sale.

At the moment, I'm picking peas...

buckets of them

*literally*

My colleague, (currently on holiday - hence all the extra watering), was afflicted by a bout of 'pea madness' at planting time earlier in the year, so we have them coming out of our earholes. I decided to make potato, pea and mint salad with my bag.

I used greek yoghurt instead of mayo to keep it light.

We'll be eating that later with some homemade burgers.

Yummo!