In a Stew
Shortly after I got married, I decided to make a stew for my husband, who was in the Air Force. So I drove to the base to purchase some meat and vegetables from the commissary.
The next morning, I set to work on the stew. When my husband came home, I was waiting indignantly to tell him I had been sold inferior vegetables and we needed to return them to the commissary.
I explained that I had spent hours trying to shuck the peas from their pods, and even when I could get them open, the peas looked more like shriveled lima beans.
My husband examined the peas and asked if he could see the pods. As gently as possible, he explained to me that I had spent the morning trying to remove the seeds from string beans! —Margy Ashley, Canandaigua, New York