I love eating fresh English shell peas.
And when I see them at the farmers market,
I always buy a big bagful.
Then I get them home.
And I look at them.
And I remember how long it will take to shell them all.
And I wonder what I was thinking when I bought so many.
But I sit down at the table,
Or I stand at the kitchen counter,
And I start removing the tiny peas from their protective shells.
And it never really takes as long as I fear.
And when I’ve blanched them in salt water,
And tossed them in a little butter,
And popped them in my mouth,
I remember exactly what I was thinking when I bought so many.