But last Saturday my neighbor and I went to the big farmers' market in my search for a bushel of lady peas. And I found them. But then came the dilemma - to shell or not to shell.
I like shelling peas. Something about it takes me back to my youth. The stand where I found the lady peas offered to shell them for an additional $3. Not a bad deal at all, but I said I like to shell them. They were polite enough to turn away before rolling their eyes. My neighbor bought a pound of them already shelled for $3.50. I was convinced I was getting a better deal.
So I lugged the sack of peas home and set up all the required supplies on the front porch - my yellow Tupperware bowl, a dish towel, a paper sack, and a cool beverage. And my neighbor came down and visited for at least a couple of hours and mentioned periodically that $3 was not a lot of money.