Saturday night,
terrier_girl made split-pea soup it was uncommonly good. V loved it. I went back for seconds. Tonight I had it as leftovers and it was, in a word, perfect. The peas, which on Saturday night were a thick, green with the slightest touch of grit (the bane of all hastily prepared legume dishes), had fully disintegrated to an even velvety smoothness
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And that's how you know I've been replaced by a pod person. (I never ever ever ate leaves willingly. Ever.)
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Blashphemer!
You left me alone in my pea hating-ness!
It's dark here... and there are wolves....
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Except it goes like this on the final chorus:
"Pease porridge hot" (left left center)
"Pease porridge cold" (right right center)
"Pease porrdige in the pot" (left center right center)
"Too old!" (center center)
(pause)
"WE. HATE. PEA. SOUP!"
I think I should find a Morris team to do that dance for you sometime. ;)
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I always dreaded coming home the Monday after Mom made bone-in-ham for dinner on Sunday. Just the smell made me nauseous!
Then, many years later, while pregnant with my first son, I worked in a deli, during the lunch shift. No morning sickness, unless I didn't eat frequently enough. One busy day, I was hungry during my shift. I had to serve a customer the split pea soup, and nearly barfed!
The next cup, I ask a coworker to scoop and cover, or I KNEW I would loose it!
Between us, I think we can build a fire to keep the wolves away.....
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I still won't want to eat it often, but I will eat it again.
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