Frozen peas were a standard side dish when I was a kid. They were OK; I ate them without any major protests. In the grand scheme of things I found objectionable, peas got a pass. One year we grew fresh peas in the backyard, quite the feat in the Phoenix heat, and were blown away by how delicious they were. But honestly, shelling peas is a lot of work and you needed a lot of pods to get enough peas to feed a family of four. One and done; I don’t think we grew them again after that year. Though I’m loath to say it out loud, opening a bag of frozen peas is easier and though not quite as tasty as fresh, they’re still pretty good. I’m probably going to lose my chef card over that. Whatever.
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