OMG I have a pea story. I love them now but not so much when I was a kid. I was seriously into donuts then.
Anyway my mom as a treat made TV dinners, it's what they called the low end frozen meals of the day. Anyway I asked my mother if it would be ok if I took mine into the living room and watched TV as I ate and shockingly my mother green-lighted it!
It was a very hot summer day and I'd been whacking flies with a fly swatter which I had left on the windowsill when called for dinner. I was shockingly effective with that swatter and soon ran out of flies and then my eyes lit upon my peas...... So I'd toss them up and whack with the swatter. I got great distance, right until my mother walked into her lovely living room littered with the dead, smashed (buttered no less) peas everywhere.........
She looked around. I looked around seeing it through her eyes for the first time. We both looked at each other and the chase commenced. It was several times around the dining room table until I made a break for the door and off to my treehouse.
It was one of the few times my father intervened and hauled my ass out of the treehouse. My mother was so angry it was the first time I experienced her beating me with her house shoes! Oh god that was so funny. It took several, very ineffectual strikes with those 'weapons' before I stopped laughing at which time she ceased whacking me.
The TV was turned off and I had to pick up every single pea one at a time
and deliver them individually to the kitchen trash can.Good memories, thanks
That stuff is like food crack.
