I remember growing up having to eat one pea for every year old I was.
8 peas?!?! Are you kidding me?!?! This is my nightmare!!
An entire glass of milk, 20 minutes, and 8 gags later… I still had 4 more peas to go. Let’s just say I haven’t always been a fan of the green stuff.
Well, karma has come full circle and blessed me with a son who shares my picky childhood palette.
If I put a pile of peas on his plate, his body goes straight rigor mortis style and his eyes pop out like I just put a flaming pile of dog poo on the table.
And then the solution found me. Continue reading