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30 Days of Photos - #9 - Something I Hate


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I took this pic in a grocery store in Panama last week. I didn't purchase the peas. I'd never purchase peas.

I hate peas. Absolutely can't stand them. It stems from an incident in my childhood. When I was a kid and the pre-teen son of parents who were practising Catholics, we didn't eat meat on Fridays. So Fridays, without fail, were Tuna Casserole Night. Yep, Kraft Dinner - or as you Americans so elegantly refer to it:  Mac and Cheese - and tuna. 

But my mother took a bit of a twist on the dish to dress it up a bit. You know, to give it some colour. She added a can of peas. I don't think I knew there was such a thing as fresh peas until I was an adult.  I'd do all kinds of things with the peas, except eat them. They'd make me gag. I'd push them to one side of my plate. I'd push them under my plate. I'd spit them into my glass of milk. I'd excuse myself from the table on the pretext of going to the bathroom and spit them out in the toilet. I made a lot of trips to the bathroom on Fridays.

To this day I can't eat peas. Or liver, but that's another tale for another time. And I won't be taking any pictures of liver.

Comments

Just a reader said…
Yay. I knew it. I'm becoming psychic. Now if I could only win the lottery.
Ziva said…
I love peas! So sorry you had such traumatizing Fridays, though... Do you need a hug?
Peas aren't my favorite vegetable, I admit, but I don't hate them. Liver: I'm with you. Blech. However, I do want to hear the story. :)
Nicky said…
Boy, am I glad my parents are heathens and I never had to experience this kind of trauma! I love peas. Kraft Dinner, on the other hand... ugh.
Nora Blithe said…
I love peas but I usually don't like green foods, except M&M's, of course.
Cheryl P. said…
I can see that canned peas might turn people into a hater of peas. (mush in a can) I would say you are a pretty good guy if that is the extent of your "hate". I can provide you a list of "possibilities" if you ever need suggestions.
laughing mom said…
I love peas but my hubby can't stand them, so our children have never been subjected to the "eat your peas or else" threat.
Mike said…
Peas on their own are fine. With KD? Shudder. I "can" see why you hate them.
00dozo said…
Ha! I should have known. Today's theme was way too peasy for you.

;-)
Shawn said…
I HATE PEAS! They make me gag. If you gave me the choice between peas or a punch in the kidney I would take a punch in the kidney.
nonamedufus said…
Who the heck are you and how do you know my food preferences?
nonamedufus said…
A hug? Sure. But not right after you've eaten peas. If there's one thing I hate more than peas it's pea breath. That doesn't sound right does it?
nonamedufus said…
My Dad loved liver and onions with lima beans. I hated that dinner with a passion. Almost as much as peas. My mother soon gave up on trying to make me eat it.
nonamedufus said…
There was a time - during my university days - when I lived on KD. And fried balogna sandwiches. For some reason I've never had a hankering for either of those delicacies since.
nonamedufus said…
There's green M&M's? That might remind me too much of peas.
nonamedufus said…
You know there's more from my younger days. Canned stewed tomatoes and canned cream corn rank right up there too.
THAT is cruel. Lima beans on top of it...ugh.
nonamedufus said…
My kids either. Since I didn't like them we never had them when they were growing up. My philosophy was it's kinda like religion. They'd make up their own minds when they came of age.
nonamedufus said…
You see, I'm just the opposite. I was ok with the KD, but the peas? Oh, groan, I just clued into your pun. Nice one.
nonamedufus said…
Oh, yeah, as soon as I saw "Something I hate" I knew. I just knew. And again with the puns. Groan. ;)
nonamedufus said…
A man after my own kidney. Right on, Shawn.
nonamedufus said…
But my dad loved it. It was his favourite meal. My Dad wasn't quite right sometimes, or so I thought.
nonamedufus said…
Oh, snap, not at all. The weird thing is I love pea soup, and snow peas are to die for. But fresh, frozen or canned peas make me wanna retch.
You were right to think that: he wasn't. ;) But then again, now we know where you get it from...
nonamedufus said…
Now my secret's out. Yep, that's exactly where I get it from. My Dad was the funniest guy I ever knew.
mikewjattoomanymornings said…
I hate to admit this here, in an international forum that seems to be exclusively devoted to promoting the global hatred of peas, but I love peas. Canned or fresh, I feel that they are one of nature's finest foods, especially when boiled, salted and soaked in butter. I particularly enjoy eating them with mashed potatoes, gravy and a nice bit of medium rare roast beef, but I've been known to eat them on their own, as if they were a stand-alone dish. Once, and I probably shouldn't admit this, I even had a sex dream involving peas. They're that good.
meleahrebeccah said…
Peas are one of the vegetables I actually LOVE!
Linda Medrano said…
Dufus, I too suffered the tuna casseroles on Friday with canned peas stuck in it for a bit of color. Gag me. I did finally grow up and realize that peas are not manufactured green slugs to be put in cans. Fresh peas are actually quite tasty and inoffensive when cooked correctly. Unfortunately, my dear old Mom just wanted any vegetable cooked into a mush consistency and that pretty much turned us all of of green things for many years.
I hate it when I come to a blog expecting a history lesson and don't get one...have you ever had mushy peas? They are it.
nonamedufus said…
Oh, man, I'm starting to think I'm among the minority.
nonamedufus said…
It's amazing the things our parents did that turned us off, isn't it? How could they have done that? I seem to remember eating balogna on Fridays. I think my parents thought there was no meat in balogna. On that score they may actually have been right.
nonamedufus said…
What do you mean no history lesson. This is the history of my mis-pea-nt youth.
Sorry. It just didn't feel like the sort of 'history' that I've become accustomed to.
nonamedufus said…
Okay, okay, maybe this will appease you...

http://www.bestcookingpulses.com/history.php
Peas don't patronise me.
nonamedufus said…
I only gave you a little history. Apod from that I din't know what to do.
Just a reader said…
Just your garden variety stalker.
nonamedufus said…
Oh, well. okay. A drive-by. Drive-by any time.
Cheryl said…
Oh man, this brought back memories of being raised Catholic. My mom never put peas or tuna in Mac'N'Cheese, that would have been sacrilege. She did, however, make this weird thing called "Tuna Pea Wiggle." White sauce, peas, and tuna all poured over Saltines. It was to die for (except for the peas). I've grown to love fresh raw peas and peapods and even like fresh peas lightly cooked. That crap from the cans or frozen food section will kill ya.
nonamedufus said…
When you said Tuna Pea Wiggle I thought you were going to say your mom hid canned peas in a jello mold.

You know I may have sold peas short. I would support peas in one instance...
HA HA HA! I had to show my mother this.... she HATES peas!!!!!!!! Always has. She says she hates the hard crunch when you bite down, and then the squishy stuff that squirts out. I love it!
nonamedufus said…
Peas are the worst. And yes it's the consistency. Their god awful tasting mush. I think I love your mom.
When my children were small they learned the kids' rhyme about peas:

Peas porridge hot,
Peas porridge cold,
Peas porridge in a pot
Nine days old.

Naturally, they decided they wanted nine-day-old peas porridge. My wife made up a batch of peas porridge (after first finding out how to do it -- not an easy task in pre-internet days), then put it in the fridge for nine days. The kids were impressed, but not overly, and never asked for it again.
nonamedufus said…
Oh, Frank, that's just sick. Surprised my mother didn't think of it.

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