
Saturday I took a quick trip to Idaho and I have decided something - No matter how long I live in the "Big City" (and I realize the Salt Lake valley isn't really that big of a city) I will always be small town at heart. I love a lot of things about Utah - there are still mountains and a hike is only a few miles up the canyon. I love that I live minutes from the airport, any store I could possibly need to visit and of course BYU football.
But...
I will always love the Teton mountains, endless potato fields, and cool summer nights after the dew has started to settle. While I was home we ate new potatoes freshly dug that morning. I may be a little weird but one of my ultimate comfort foods are potatoes. During the first 6 weeks of my mission when I was extremely homesick and wondering what in the world I gotten myself into a miracle occurred. Every dinner appointment we went to we were fed potatoes - mashed potatoes, twice baked, potatoes in a casserole, and numerous other ways all at different houses and all from people who hadn't learned the new sister missionary was from Idaho. It was a tender mercy from my Father in Heaven. I knew from that point on He was watching out for me, He loved me and would send me comfort in the smallest ways. Since then potatoes in any form have held a piece of home to me and they make me happy when I eat them.
Saturday I wanted to bring some of that taste of home with me to enjoy the rest of the week. So Jed and I went out to the field to dig some potatoes. That's another thing about Idaho in the fall that I love - there's always a potato field close with rows and rows of potatoes. While Jed was digging, I mostly watched, he mentioned that a neighboring farmer had a field of peas so I convinced Jed to call him and see if he minded that we pick a bag. - I knew the answer would be yes but it's good to have permission when you're tromping around in someone's field. With fresh peas and new potatoes I was all set up to make one of my favorites! New peas and potatoes.
Today as I ate leftovers of this delicious dish for lunch I thought fall can now begin. Growing up new peas and potatoes at Grandma's house signaled the end of summer and the beginning of fall. I think it is a dish I'll be making every August. Really there isn't anything that can make me feel more at home!