This recipe is one that my husband usually makes. He likes to make stuffed peppers during the summer on long floating trips. At around noon, he pulls the boat onto a little beach, breaks out the mini barbecue and cooks up the bad boys.
I used to hate peas when I was younger. Every time my mother would fix them for dinner, I would bury them under some other food to try to get out of eating them, or drown them in ketchup to hide the taste.