Peas and eggs. Apart they remind me of spring, soft breezes after rain that turn the world green and awaken the hibernating flora and fauna. Together they now bring a whole whack of new images and words to the front of my mind. The most prominent of these are the words "comfort food".
Back in Canada, where fall seemed to only last for a month before suddenly being cut off by winter snow which would last in bits and pieces until nearly summer, was where I was first introduced to this beautifully simple, healthy, tasty and comforting Portuguese dish. It was warm and satisfying and different. Best of all the marido was the one who made it, he who eats but doesn't cook (usually).
I don't know why I had never tried making it, only watched by craning my head around marido's arm as he made it for the first time just from his childhood memories. Afterwards, it was forgotten in my never ending search to try something new to cook.
Then we moved and I was reminded that not everything needs to have fifteen steps and twenty different ingredients. That simple peasant food is beautiful and, more often than not, as good as the complicated stuff, if not better.