I remember as a little girl sitting in the sink helping my mother shell peas. It is one of my favorite memories. Fresh peas from the garden are nothing like the gross green things that come from a can. Still to this day, if I have a bunch of peas to shell I will sit upon the counter with my back against the cabinets and my feet in the sink shelling these little green globes of deliciousness. It is one of my happiest places.