you need to accept the green ones, if you desire to achieve inner peas
All right, dammit, I’m making a list.
Okay, black-eyed peas are an abomination before the Lord, but fresh-picked green peas are the food of God Himself.
Having said that, I’m right with you on the “too much NASCAR” and living in a place where the cops will actually try to track down what would be considered petty criminals anywhere else. A couple of months ago, a friend of mine who’s an avid gardener had some potted plants stolen off her front porch. A few days later, she was driving down a local road when she saw her plants on someone else’s porch. She noted the address, went home, and called the police. The police actually went to the address she noted, and returned my friend’s plants to her. No word on whether they got a trial or not, but by golly, she got her plants back!
You need to read the second chapter of Fourth Thessalonians, then. Paul was quite specific about the divinity of black-eyed peas, and the hellfire that awaits those who serve green peas.
I’m right there with you on the plant theft and subsequent police action, though. Gives me hope for the future.
Oh, yeah? Well, I’m Baha’i; we don’t believe in hellfire. So 
Can I name it Bob?
Susan
I think a casserole, by its very nature, should be named “Ralph.”
… or Ms. Terry.
Blessed are the peasemakers?
They’re two peas in a pod.
-Cem
I just had to take this sentence out of context :eek: 
Yep, that was me. You guys are on my Automatic Must Read Whenever They Post list.
You know, I must add, at least it was just peas. Can you imagine the carnage if (gasp! :eek: ) they had stolen a pitcher of sweet sun tea?
I can understand their frustration at all the hard work of pea-shucking wasted by the theft; I recently grew a load of purple-hull cowpeas and though they are delicious and creamy, they must be hulled tediously. When I’m done my fingers are sort of indigo-tipped.
But the reward, when they are cooked up with ham ends and celery and onions and barley and spices and wine…so good.
eta - I laughed out loud at the mental image of someone trying to drink from a pilfered pitcher of tea while they ran.
No, those animals aren’t safe around here. Terrible things have been done to them. Some folks even EAT them.
ivylass: Thank you.
Or the sterotypical pie cooling on the window?
If they took a pie from me I wouldn’t call the cops, I’d kill them myself, and then I’d bake a new pie. One of them English savory ones.
For those not familiar, Monroe County, where this crime took place, is the home of Nelle Harper Lee of To Kill A Mockingbird (and various recent movies about her pal Tru “Dil” Capote) fame. She based Mockingbird on an actual trial in Monroe County, and for 45 years she’s never been able to bring another story to fruition as a novel.
Maybe these peas will break her writer’s block, and in old age Scout will finally have a new adventure. To Steal a Rocking Chair… full of Peas.
NYT editors don’t eat Cheerios. The only solid breakfast food they consume are the olives that go with their early morning martini. :dubious:
Are they at least those blue cheese stuffed olives? Them things is good. That also covers two food groups!
Olive stuffed with feta… ::Homer “beer nuts” drool…
Olives stuffed with jalapenos, Mmmmmmm.