spent some time putting up peas this past weekend.
and boy did it bring back some good memories. i remember going into the field to pick peas.
i remember spending saturdays in the rec room with my great grandaddy shelling peas,
and his gentle warning, "don't get your finger caught in the sheller."
i remember running into the kitchen to pull out "stinger" peas with my great grandmother,
and how all those peas felt in that cold water after being blanched.
and i remember how very good every pot of those peas tasted.
i just hope that one day my "helper" appreciates all the goodness that goes into putting up peas.
and how good that cool tile feels in a hot summer kitchen.
what could be better than one tray of frozen peas?