One Night Only: The Purple Hulled Peas

I was without the minions yesterday so I wandered over to Greene Street Market. 

Oooh! Oooh! Wait! Who else thinks that the spelling of green with the extra e is super pretentious? 

It always makes me want to say it like GreenEEEEEEEEE Street.

I bought some purple hulled peas - partly because I needed another vegetable to serve at dinner and partly because they make me think of my Grandmother.

It took me quite awhile to shell them.

Twenty three minutes and nine seconds to be exact. 

I know because I listened to a podcast while I was shelling. 

Those babies tasted pretty dang good though. I like the way purple hulled peas rolled off my tongue. I liked it so much I thought it needed to be a band name.

The whole time I was shelling I was mentally saying:

"One Night Only! Welcome the Purple Hulled Peas!" 

and

"Hi! We're the Purple Hulled Peas and we're so happy to be here!"

and on and on. 

I even made up a little song for them.

And then...

I remembered...

Yeah, you know where I'm going...

...that there actually is a band called The Black Eyed Peas.

And I remembered that I'm a moron and that I just needed to concentrate on the task at hand. 

Purple Hulled Peas, indeed.