Pea soup reminds me of my father and my grandmother. My dad actually hates peas; he refuses to eat them. And my grandmother probably never made this soup.
If my dad ate this soup growing up, he would like peas. Because this soup is delicious, fresh, and slightly creamy. It’s perfect for the spring!
Z liked this recipe so much that he actually suggested we make it for dinner one night. Any time Z recommends a particular recipe, instead of just saying, “I don’t know what I want for dinner, Hilary. Make anything,” means that we have found a winner.
This soup is easy enough to make for dinner on a weeknight, I promise! I’m including the recipe with frozen peas, because who really has time to shell fresh peas?