The farmers I work with makes jokes about me...I'm the most peapickinest pea picker they've ever had. In Wisconsin, they come early to mid June. When I get the all clear that the harvest is in, I go back into the fields and glean the rest. The "old peas", the ones that didn't quite make it, the ones half nibbled by a hungry fuzzy whatsis. I pick them all. Cleaned, shucked and frozen to wait for the day when the humidity breaks and people Want to eat soup again.

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