Avoiding the Obvious Pun

Why didn't anyone ever tell me peas are delicious?

I spent most of my life thinking I hated peas. Apparently I was wrong; I hate nasty canned peas. We planted sugar snaps in our garden this year, mostly because we had the extra space, umbran likes them, and I figured if nothing else I can douse them in sauce and hide them in stir fries.

The plants are beautiful, and it was fun to watch them climb up the trellis we built for them and the cucumbers, and all of a sudden last week they went from having a few tiny white flowers to covered in bright green pods. And I haven't been able to stop eating them since. I haven't actually managed to cook any of them yet; they just taste so good right off the vine. Tiny fat little pods eaten whole, bigger ones split open with my thumbnail to pick out the little sugary peas - they're like candy. I've got a whole bunch that I picked this weekend and today that are destined to go into a batch of fried rice, if I can just avoid snacking them to death until then, and I can't wait to find more ways to use the rest that show up over the next few weeks. I think I may have a new favorite veggie, at least until the yellow squash are ripe.

I'm sorry, peas. I never gave you the credit you deserved. And I think the Canned Pea Manufacturers of America owe me an apology for making me think that you were disgusting - that's thirtymumble years I was deprived of your deliciousness. I have to make up for lost time.....