Nana’s Marinated Peas

Growing up, we didn’t serve our Thanksgiving meal on fancy china at a table set with a beautiful centerpiece, nor did we go around the room saying what we were thankful for. If you were invited to our feast, you’d walk into a room bursting at the seams with people. Everyone lined up, waiting impatiently for their turn to fill Chinet plates with food from a sea of precariously parked CorningWare and Pyrex dishes. Among the brown and beige-hued classics—dressing, potatoes, casseroles—there wo