Of green peas and Os

Every time we go to our local farmer's market, Ron picks up a big bag of pea pods and our menu is rearranged to be pea-friendly. As we eat the peas, I inevitably say something like, "Sure makes you appreciate the Jolly Green Giant and Sprout. These peas don't taste very good." Still the ritual repeats itself--one part hope, one part nostalgia.

As pathetic as that might be, our lives are still better than the poor woman missing her crossword puzzles quoted in the NY Times this AM.

“You get the pleasure of solving each clue, so there’s that ‘aha’ moment over and over — it’s like having multiple orgasms,” she said."

Hummm, I may not accurately remember the fresh peas of days gone by, but I have not yet confused the joy of a great crossword puzzle with great sex.