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| Traditional Green |
Each pod contains the little treasures and though the task could be seen as tedious, for me, it's such a simple pleasure. I picture a southern woman with a tall glass of iced tea, a large ceramic bowl in her lap, swinging on a front porch in the humid warmth shelling away the late afternoon. My grandmother used to try to get me to eat my peas by making a nest of mashed potatoes, spooning the peas into the middle and adding a big pat of butter. She would use her stern, usually gentile, southern voice to coax me but I was stubborn. Now I love the sweet little green veggies but mostly I just
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| Yellow Peas |
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| Nature's so Perfect |
love shelling them with Molly.
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