WHEN I WAS small I didn’t like too many vegetables but there were some exceptions. When my mom came home from the grocers with an armload of fresh peas still in their jackets, I couldn’t get enough of the tasty treats. Not only did I love their crisp sweetness, I also loved how the pods could become cozy cocoons for pretend caterpillars and cradles for pea-faced dolls. They also made excellent canoes in the kitchen sink.
Although I don’t play with peas anymore, my appetite for them has not changed. So when my brother-in-law dropped by with green peas from a local Delta garden, I couldn’t wait to start eating them straight from the pod. They rolled from their jackets into my mouth, some scattering onto the floor.
Apparently, in the Middle Ages, King John ll of England had a similar passion and is actually thought to have died from overeating peas. I can't help wondering if there was royal intrigue. If so, perhaps they were poisoned peas? Regardless, they were probably not of the fresh variety I enjoyed today.