I have never heard of crowder peas before and I don't think I have seen them in the store but I will double check next time. Got's to ask the wifey if she has had or heard of them.
There is an old farm store we try to visit each spring for seeds and other stuff. They might have some crowders....
Later
Dan
I kinda prefer the Purple Hull peas; we usually plant them later in the year, after the onions are all harvested. Small plot, but enough to last through New Years and satisfy those intermittent cravings during the year. Sometimes all it takes to make me happy is a couple of cold beers, a bowl of Purple Hull peas with a smidgen of bacon or ham, some Texas 10-15 onions, a little vinegar pepper sauce, a big slice of Sharn Jean's cornbread, and a big glass of buttermilk (Ok, so I was lying about the buttermilk).
There's also something theraputic about shelling/snapping Purple Hulls; it is very relaxing, and sometimes we will just sit on the patio shelling peas and enjoying the evening. Our little Boston will sit patiently waiting for the occasional, but inevitable errant fly-away pea that ends up on the patio; and when it happens, she will chase it down and gobble it up, returning then to her former position of vigilance.
Sorry to digress, but I'm reminded of a time when I was home by myself, and had just picked about 2 or 3 gallons of Purple Hulls and brought them into the kitchen. I looked out, and my Sister In Law came to the door, looking for Sharn Jean. I told her she had gone to run some errands and I was tending to the Purple Hulls. She said, "Well, let's shell them". I said, "Help yourself". She was dressed like for church, and I said "You sure you want to do this?" And she said, "Yes, I love shelling peas".
She was still shelling peas, hands all purple when Sharn Jean got home. Does this ring a bell with anyone else? Seems like a past-time that is all but "gone with the wind".