The way I see it, fresh peas is best.
In a recipe that calls for peas? You can go
canned, and probably no demon will rape
you in both eye sockets leaving you seeing
red for life, or you can go frozen and probably
everyone who looks at you every day for years
thereafter will let you pass by without spitting.
They won't even know, probably -
unless they saw.
But fresh to my mind is best. Fresh peas
have been waiting there fresh for you
all along, to discover! On the stalk,
or in a pod, or still part of the pea
plant itself, being fed and nourished
by arcane vegetable means. Probably
whatever part became the pea came
out of the ground that way: fresh. Before
the flower and the bee, that part was part
of the plant, waiting. All we had to do
was wait with it, for it, to get ripe
and ready! Ready to can! Ready
to freeze! But you can,
if you try,
or if someone lets you
(and nobody hollers, "FREEZE!"),
swoop in on the ripe pods and bolt!
Before the scumbag can have his
canned and frozen say. Making off
with fresh peas, hollering "Watch it!
I'm a pod person!" to deter pursuit
and curious onlookers. Clearly,
you've made your decision by then: FRESH,
and I won't criticize your methods. Prepare
the dish, obedient to instruction for best
results, and as to how many it serves?
Well, how many peas were in how
many pods you manages to get?
Probably less than the dish calls for,
or the diners expect, but cheer up.
Most people don't even like peas.
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