There is an ancient verse by an unknown poet that goes something like this:

I eat peas with honey,
Been doin' it all my life;
It tastes kind of funny,
But it keeps the peas on my knife.

Most of us have never known anyone who eats peas with a knife. It sounds like quite a feat. I suspect I would scatter those little green varmints all around the dining room if I tried it. And yet I understand that there was a time when some people practiced that quaint custom. I thought about this when I read a story that appeared in GUIDEPOSTS recently. It was by a lady named Cori Connors. Cori tells the story of her mother, who, to this day, is teased for eating peas with a knife, instead of a fork. But there's a wonderful story behind this strange custom.

Cori's mom grew up during the Depression. Her …