I’m surprised I can still eat them, still enjoy them. Their color is so vibrant, taste so pleasant and unassuming. However, an event concerning a bowl of peas almost ruined them for me. An embarrassing moment. But I have had so many subsequent gaffes and blunders that this one, while still remembered, pales in comparison to its later counterparts. I was newly dating my husband and invited to dine in his childhood home with his parents and sister’s family. There were seven of us in total.
A bowl of peas, the size of the one pictured here, that is to say approximately 5 inches in diameter, was set on the table above my plate. A rather diminutive dish in my recollection. I, being of sturdy stock and healthy appetite, proceeded to dip my spoon into the bowl and eat. After the third or perhaps, fourth spoonful, my awareness sharpened and my face reddened. I looked around and realized (through the teaching gaze of judging eyes) that I was eating from the serving bowl meant for the entire family. It’s hard for me to write this without cringing. I do it for you dear readers. It is but one of so many similar stories of my life.
It’s a wonder I can get up each morning, let alone enjoy any peas of mind!