I had some pleasant memories this morning. We stopped in a local town to buy vegetables from the Hutterites who drive in from up north to sell their wares. Peas in the shell just sounded delicious to me.
As I sat there this morning, shelling the peas with a tray and bowl in my lap, I was reminded how, as a child, it was always my job to shell the peas for my mother and grandmother. My left thumb would get a little green, but I so enjoyed getting these little nuggets out of their pods. Yes, my thumb is sort of green today also.
So, no doubt about it, tonight the Trout and I are having creamed peas. There are just enough for the two of us.