Before I truly understood eating seasonally, I'd get a notion in my head for some dish, and foolishly try to find ingredients that made no sense for the time of year.
I remember once being really surprised, and really annoyed, that I couldn't find fresh tomatoes. In February.
Another time I was crafting a New Year's Eve menu and dreamed up the dish pictured here. (Hm. Last day of December. No fresh peas; guess I'll go try the freezer section. And smoked salmon — doesn't that just come in plastic packages all year-round?) I got it made (linguini with crème fraîche, cooked peas, bits of smoked salmon, and black pepper), and it tasted nice enough to create again, all these years later. But this time I waited until spring, when the English peas are in the market and the gently smoked wild salmon is — well, yes, in a plastic package.