Tuesday, June 19, 2012
A Sack of Peas
Our friends called and asked if we wanted to come pick peas as their children were tired of picking and hulling. We jumped on it. We loved picking peas with Jeanne on their lovely farm.
We came home with a grocery sack of peas. It took us hours to hull them.
I would like to report that we told jokes and stories, shared our hearts, and drank deeply of familial happiness, but this was not the case. The kids quickly devolved into silliness that was irritating to the adults, who threatened and fumed and saw that huge sack of peas at the side. The children's speed was about 1 pea-pod per hour.
Okay, I'm exaggerating, but it was not a great start to the preserving season.