I love getting fresh peas at the farmers market. It is worth the work to shell them all (somehow, I can seldom find a kid available to help me), and cooking them is a simple matter of adding butter and microwaving for a minute or two. The problem is that their appearance on the table routinely leads to bad puns. Whirled Peas. Take a pea. All we are saying is give peas a chance. And those are the "intelligent" ones!