Sunday, April 18, 2010
Shelling My Own Peas
I have only shelled my own peas a few times in my life. I find it to be a very introspective activity for me. This is probably because it reminds me of that scene from Driving Miss Daisy (where her cook dies while shelling peas and watching TV). That scene is profound to me for a lot of reasons. But mostly I end up equating shelling peas with a slow-paced, peaceful lifestyle. Maybe because it takes that sort of life to convince yourself you have time for such a thing, I'm not sure. But I was excited to see peas at the Farmer's Market on Saturday and I enjoyed shelling them. It made me appreciate eating them a lot more too. And dinner was fantastic.