The very act of shelling the peas is a pleasant communal activity. My sweet dog, Hannah used to love peas as much as I. I discovered this one June morning when I was picking the peas and tossing them in the basket. Every now and then I'd check the basket and kept finding that I wasn't making much progress. At the sound of crunching I turned and saw Hannah a few feet away, carefully removed from my line of vision, happily munching away on the peas. She had a nice little stack of chewed pods in front of her. I also soon discovered that she learned how to pick them as well. From that time to our past season I had to fence in the peas. Hannah passed in January this year. She lived well past the due date of such a large dog, sixteen.
So now peas are planted with sweet memories of our lovely girl Hannah and the anticipation of bountiful bowls of beautiful peas.
In bocca al lupo. m & v