It might seem a bit strange but one of the things I most enjoyed about yesterday was podding some broad beans.
When I was little I used to help and watch my Grandma prepare food and I learned a lot from her (including how to make Yorkshire puddings without the need for weighing or measuring anything).
Among other things I have a vague but happy memory of sitting at the table with her taking beans out of their pods ready for dinner.
The difference was that those beans had been grown in their garden, whereas the ones I prepared yesterday came from the supermarket .
Yesterday I made a salad for dinner from chicken, broad beans, spinach and roasted new potatoes. It was unplanned and thrown together but was really tasty.
Popping them out of their furry-lined pods, blanching them and removing the outer casing. It could be a real tedious job but when there’s time to spare it was kind of therapeutic.