It happened again this year. Driving down a long country lane on the way home from work at the Mennonite farm I spotted a sign that clearly read, "Peas."
However, this time there were not cute little girls with braided locks I remembered so vividly, both whom were beckoned me to stop for a quick sale. Rather, there was but a lonely blue cooler with a sign.
I hit the brakes and pulled off the road. Gingerly tip-toeing up to the cooler as if I was inspecting a treasure chest for the first time, I peered inside. Within, I found a few ice packs keeping several quart-sized bags full of freshly shucked peas cool, and a Tupperware container that read, "Money Box". I stuffed it with a $5 bill and grabbed my peas, speeding away as if I were a bank robber making away with some valuable loot.
Fresh Pea Soup