LInFL

Yes, even as a kid I knew it was special to get to spend the day "visiting" with Granny. Also, while we were shelling peas we girls were treated like adults, which was a rare treat.

I turned out to be pretty good at shelling peas; after I got the knack of it, I could match the adults pod for pod. With my little fingers, I could open many of the smaller pods that the adults would have given up on and just snapped. I had a selfish motive for learning to shell the skinny pods: I never liked snaps much. So, if a pod could POSSIBLY be shelled, I shelled it.

One thing I don't remember quite as fondly is having sore thumbs after a long shelling session.

But it was definitely worth the tender thumbs. Most of my aunts are very outgoing and talkative, and some of them are terrific storytellers. They frequently got me laughing so hard I had to catch my breath before I could get back to shelling.

It's nice to know someone else remembers pea-shelling fondly!

Here's what's cookin':


and closer up on the same plant:

whatz cookin ?
smiles