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30 Days of Photos IV - Day 19 - Never


Canned peas?

Never!

My dear departed mother used to make what she called tuna casserole for the family when I was a kid. Usually every Friday because like the good Catholics that we were we didn't eat meat on Friday.

It consisted of Kraft Dinner (mac and cheese to you Americans) tuna and an additional ingredient: canned peas.

Why? I don't know. She didn't call it Tuna and Pea Casserole.

Me, I'd eat the KD and the tuna but I hated vegetables, especially peas, I'd spit the peas into my glass of milk while pretending to drink it. Clever, eh?

I hated canned peas.

Still do to this day. And I haven't had KD since my university days when I'd round out my nutritional requirements with fried bologna.

I won't even eat them in her memory. Sorry, Mom.

This picture is of French peas or pois.

In Quebec grocery stores they usually turn the labels French side out.

But they can't fool me.

No matter what language they use they're still in that damn can.

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Shawn Ohara said…
I HATE peas. HATE. I was be force fed them as a kid.
19 September 2013 at 08:19
nonamedufus said…
I'm with you Shawn. And I, too, had a terrible childhood experience involving peas that affected me forever.
19 September 2013 at 09:00
nonamedufus said…
Blech! To each his own.
19 September 2013 at 09:00
Tami Von Zalez said…
Those and canned lima beans - ugh!
19 September 2013 at 10:01
meleahrebeccah said…
I'm not a bog fan of canned peas either. *gags*
19 September 2013 at 10:06
nonamedufus said…
Oh, geez, I could write another post about never eating lima beans. Yuck.
19 September 2013 at 10:10
nonamedufus said…
They're the worst.
19 September 2013 at 10:10
babs (beetle) said…
I don't like tinned anything much, except I will eat soup that comes from a tin sometimes. Oh, and baked beans. We mostly eat fresh everything. My mum always cooked fresh. Maybe that's why.
19 September 2013 at 10:20
Ziva said…
Yum, peas! Don't worry, though, when you come visit, I won't make you eat any.
19 September 2013 at 10:28
nonamedufus said…
Oddly enough I love pea soup. But hate peas.
19 September 2013 at 10:38
nonamedufus said…
The Finnish are big on peas are they?
19 September 2013 at 10:38
Lauren said…
My mother also used to make tuna casserole when I was a kid. Peas and tuna fish shouldn't be in the same room, let alone the same dish. Yuck!
19 September 2013 at 13:12
ReformingGeek said…
Haha! I'm saw your comment about liking pea soup but not canned peas. Me, too! Yeah, and canned peas in tuna casserole made with a macaroni and cheese dinner? Ew.
19 September 2013 at 13:24
Linda Medrano said…
You have nothing to fear from this station. Canned vegetables are not ever on the menu. I don't "do" canned almost anything, (unless we count the occasional can of beer).
19 September 2013 at 13:26
nonamedufus said…
I couldn't agree more. You'll get no quarrel from me, Lauren.
19 September 2013 at 13:36
Cheryl said…
My mom used to make "Tuna Pea-Wiggle" on Fridays when my dad was away hunting or fishing. It had tuna and peas in a white cream sauce that we poured over Saltines (salted soda crackers to you). I hated those damn peas. Love baby peas now but never from a can. Whenever the oldest of my brothers is sick, my mom whips up some TPW for him. Got him through bladder cancer treatment earlier this year. Since it's incurable and he works in a high-risk industry, he's likely to have treatments for the rest of his life and as long as mom is alive, he'all also have TPW.
19 September 2013 at 13:37
nonamedufus said…
Now that's a canned good I can manage, Linda.
19 September 2013 at 13:37
nonamedufus said…
I think I'd do everything in my power to wiggle out of having to eat Tuna Pea-Wiggle, Cheryl.
19 September 2013 at 13:40
ReformingGeek said…
Hm....I just realized that Mom used to make it with Cream of Mushroom soup. We didn't get even get mac & cheese!
19 September 2013 at 14:20
Jay of The Depp Effect said…
I totally agree; canned (tinned, here in England) are an abomination! Fresh peas are delicious, but only raw. The ONLY peas to eat cooked are frozen peas, and even then all I do is bring the water to the boil, throw the peas in, and when it comes back to the boil, they're done!


Tinned (canned) peas? Nasty, nasty things!
19 September 2013 at 15:08
nonamedufus said…
I like cream of mushroom soup. But how can anyone spoil it by throwing in canned peas?
19 September 2013 at 15:44
nonamedufus said…
I can see I'm on the side of the angels here. The majority of you agree with my take on canned peas. If only my mother were alive!
19 September 2013 at 15:49
mikewjattoomanymornings said…
This post sounds and looks familiar to me.

We have a lot in common, but I love peas. With gravy. And mashed potatoes.
19 September 2013 at 16:35
mikewjattoomanymornings said…
The Finnish are big on anything edible. Food is hard to find in a land that's buried under snow and ice 10 months out of the year.
19 September 2013 at 16:39
mike said…
But they're full of delicious iron.
19 September 2013 at 18:03
nonamedufus said…
I've talked about my dislike for peas before.


http://nonamedufus.blogspot.ca/2012/04/30-days-of-photos-9-something-i-hate.html


And it probably won't be the last time, either.
19 September 2013 at 18:16
nonamedufus said…
I could care less. Blech.
19 September 2013 at 18:16
Jackal said…
Eeew eeeew eeeewww!
19 September 2013 at 19:20
Nicky said…
I never eat any canned vegetables. Vegetables don't grow in cans. Yuck.
19 September 2013 at 20:43
Whitey said…
Oh come on. It wasn't your nose they came out of. Or mine. So I consider it a positive experience.
19 September 2013 at 21:28
nonamedufus said…
Jackal, are you okay?
19 September 2013 at 21:38
nonamedufus said…
I send all mine to the starving children in China.
19 September 2013 at 21:39
nonamedufus said…
Yeah after I spit them in my milk and then drank it sometimes they did. Don't you remember?
19 September 2013 at 21:41
MalisaHargrove said…
I'm with you on the peas, Dufus! I won't eat green peas in the can or fresh. Now black-eyed peas are another story. A delicious Southern story. I would have hated your house on Fridays. I don't drink milk, I don't like tuna casserole and I won't eat peas. It would have been a peanut butter day for me!
19 September 2013 at 21:54
Katherine Murray said…
AH HA HA HA HA I AM DYING!!! My mother ate every vegetable she was given as a child. She had excellent grades. She was a well behaved Catholic girl. And yet her mother MADE her eat peas. To this day, she HATES peas. The canned peas, as she says, pop in your mouth and green goo comes out!
19 September 2013 at 22:20
Traci Shannon said…
I am right there with you. My mom made that exact casserole and at the end of each meal, there was a line of the offending green peas.
:-)
Traci
19 September 2013 at 23:16
nonamedufus said…
My, my you're particular. You'd be hard to satisfy.
20 September 2013 at 08:17
nonamedufus said…
Oh, yuck. You had to go there. Now I'll have that image stuck in my head all day.
20 September 2013 at 08:18
nonamedufus said…
It's been an overwhelming vote against canned peas. Am I hangin' with the right people or what?
20 September 2013 at 08:19
meleahrebeccah said…
I totally agree with you!!
20 September 2013 at 10:41
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