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Fracas and Round Green Vegies

That would be War and Peas

“I always eat peas with honey
I’ve done it all my life
It does make them taste kinda funny
But at least they stay on the knife.”

After 40 years as a mom, I learned something: some of my kids don’t like peas.

What? I LOVE peas! It’s funny since every time I served them, my kids ate them. They also ate carrots, Brussels sprouts, broccoli, cauliflower, spinach, asparagus. Whatever I served they ate. I always used fresh or frozen and the only time I used canned peas was in a tuna-macaroni salad. Now, I have some picky in-laws. If they don’t like something, they just don’t eat it. My kids may not like something that is served, but they eat it anyway. I was going to experiment and invite my kids over and serve only their least favorite foods. But I couldn’t bring myself to do that.

Did I ever sit at the table while a kid stared at his food watching it get cold for 2 1/2 hours? Of course. I warned the stubborn child that if he/she didn’t eat it now, I’d have it creamed on toast for breakfast, and ground-up with mayo and pickle relish for lunch, and in the salad the next night until it was alllllll gone! I didn’t have picky eaters at my house.

I remember once we invited a kid over for supper. I was serving spaghetti, and he announced he was having a hotdog. My kids thought that was really funny. I put a small serving of spaghetti on his plate and gave him the option of just cheese and butter or sauce and he looked at me as if I had eels on my head and asked, “Didn’t you hear me? I asked for a hotdog.” I told him I heard him but ignored him. He grabbed his stuff and went home. My kid was devastated. “How could you embarrass me like that?” It’s not my fault that the kid mistook my kitchen and dining table for a restaurant.

I probably damaged all my kids irretrievably that day.

But they all ATE PEAS when I served them.



I confess!

I may not have committed the actual deed, but I was complicit.  Oh the horror, the destruction! 

Today is Memorial Day, so what do we do after the services are over, taps is played, and tears are wiped away?  We barbeque.  I decided that since all the kids have moved out, hubby and I could actually barbeque steaks, so I bought some, and some strawberries and corn on the cob.  Yummy right?  I rubbed the salt and pepper in, dashed a bit of Worcestershire sauce, a touch of garlic and then, I did it.  The ultimate crime.  I gave them to hubby to grill.  Foolish, foolish woman!  How does one grill steaks?  You’re picturing it in your head right now aren’t you.  Coals gently glowing, the griller in his apron standing attentively by the grill waiting for the juices to rise to the top indicating it is time to turn them…  Nooo, we’re scientists and nerds here.  Place the meat on the grill, do 1/4 of a Sudoku puzzle, wait until wife comes out and says, well they smell ready to turn (burnt grease smell.)  Then you turn them and go back to your chair and do another 1/4 of a Sudoku puzzle.  Wife is in the kitchen readying the corn on the cob, the strawberries and the potato salad, grabbing the utensils and plates.  She doesn’t come out to check on the smell or the look of the poor unfortunate entre being tortured to death…no… 

Why do I mention this?  Well because I need help.  How do I enter this into my fitness ap?  There is no food listed as seasoned shoe leather.  Do I get cardio points for chewing it? or would that be strength points for cutting it and trying desperately to chew it into something swallowable?

no gym time, no walking today.  Bad Bad blogger.  (:^(