Honestly, I don’t even know how much a “peck” is. I could consult the oracle known as teh interwebs, I suppose, but the instant gratification of knowing the definition of a unit of measure I’ve known about my whole life but that has been kinda nebulous and undefined would be somehow unsatisfactory and a letdown. I want to learn what a “peck” is by experiencing it, not vicariously from a web site or by being told.
I want to arrive at my understanding of “a peck” organically by, say, dorking about a farm and having a grizzled farmhand speaking to me, offhandedly gesturing about and remarking about how “Bessie foaled in the springtime. The harvest was fair to middlin’, and that thar peck o’ okra is bound fer market in Omaha tomorrow.” And then I want to look at the okra (or whatever) he’s pointing at and have the firsthand lightbulb-over-the-head “Ohhhh! THAT’S how much a ‘peck’ is!” moment.