Well, it wasn’t split pea soup but pretty much the next best thing in a jar.
Ah, peas. They bring back a lovely memory for Daddy. It was a long long time ago in a galaxy far far away… OK, it was really thirty or so years ago in Fayetteville. It’s amazing the nuggets of wisdom one can get from their pals and this one from Keith Brown was a real winner…peas are poisonous! And for the longest time, Daddy would not touch them with a ten-foot pole. The theory was that Keith was more interested in helping himself to my peas in the school lunchroom and I wasn’t really bright enough to ask him why they weren’t poisonous to him. They say hindsight is 20/20…too bad hindsight isn’t particularly timely. 🙂
As it turns out, I actually do like peas…provided they were fresh-frozen. I’ve never particularly cared for the ones from the cans because they’re…ugh…mushy. But Alexander doesn’t seem to mind that all that much.
Keith was an interesting chap but he was definitely wrong about the peas. He passed away about eighteen years ago.
