‘Tins’ ain’t what they used to be

I opened a tin of peas and carrots tonight to go with our evening meal. We have always loved tinned carrots and my record with cooking frozen peas (unless our own) is not good, as they always come out like bullets and would make good ammo for Hubby’s rifle.
The tin said ‘Peas and Baby Carrots’. What it did not say was that the peas were the size of pin heads. Pin Head Peas, that would make a good name for a pop group, giving the Black Eyes a run for their money.

Our tinned stuffs consist of tomatoes, pineapples, red kidney beans, new potatoes, baked beans, said peas and carrots, and I have one tin of sweetcorn that I won in a raffle at bingo last year.
I can make a meal out of one or a combination of two or more, but the peas and carrots are usually saved for when I do a cheat roast or, like we’re having tonight, fish. I gave up buying chips several years ago, so I’ll be adding to the plate Hubby’s latest fave of Splatty Tatties. He’s one for a small variety of flavours rather than volume of one or two.
Our first Veg Patch Year we grew carrots. Ha, only 2 came up, and they were smaller than the ones in the can today! We have the wrong soil here, but it is one of the things we intend to try again in our next house, even if we have to grow them in pots!
It has always been a standing joke that I never eat peas out though. I love garden peas actually (not the mushy or marrow fat offerings), but have always been afraid that they will fall off my fork halfway to my mouth and end up in my lap or on the floor, a ‘phobia’ that goes back to my childhood. Daft isn’t it.
Last year, we had a go at growing our own. We had to net them as the pigeons were taking full advantage of the young shoots, and as our yield was not bad, we grew a second batch. One thing we learned was that gain over effort was not all that good, and unlike our green beans, we did not gets lots for the freezer (4 meals actually) .

As the rain tips down outside, it will be doing the onions and potatoes good. The grass will also thrive, and at the weekend we will be coaxing the mower not to give up on us just yet.
Chez nous, things are back to ticking over as normal.