>My dad was raised on a farm in Saskatchewan, and when I was kid, we went out for a visit (my uncle still operated the farm at that time). I remember going out just about every day to simply lie down in the pea patch and pull off new young peas, break open the pod and eat almost till I was sick. My mother laughed because she said that my grandmother told her that my dad did exactly the same thing at my age.

Each of our daughters, when she would be of appropriate age, would occasionally go to grandpa's vineyard just at the time when the peas would be ready. Just had to promise them they'd be allowed to eat some more tomorrow at home - so they'd stop for a bit (and sneak just a few more pods when they'd think we wouldn't look). No matter what other fruit was up, they usually wouldn't want to go (well, cherries maybe, but not cherries).