After an unpleasant coincidence of black-eyed peas and a sore stomach, the husband views the jar of peas in our kitchen with suspicion. This is unfortunate, because it is large and I want the shelf space back. But I have found the solution: subterfuge cooking. I use the peas in a dish that calls for beans, and then I don’t tell him. For this Greek stew, I braised the black-eyeds with tomatoes, herbs and feta, then served them with a silent smile. He ate two bowls before contentedly rubbing his belly. How’s that for a successful silent treatment?