One of my earliest memories is sitting on the porch beside my mother, shelling peas. I still enjoy finding a sunny spot in our back yard, splitting the pods and marveling at the plump green pearls ...

If you think shelling peas went out with the rotary dial telephone – and besides, who has time? – think again. In a world fast-forwarded to a frenzied state, working your way through a bowl of pea ...