...when I'm around right-wing Republicans - up to and including projectile vomiting, just like in the Exorcist. I can do everything except twist my head around 360 degrees.
If peas are mushy, I could see the nasea happening.
Have you ever wanted to see me vomit? No, seriously. There's an easy way. Feed me peas.
I can't figure out if this is some kind of odd allergy or simply a mental thing but peas are, without a doubt, the worst food on the planet.
I have an early memory of peas and throwing up. My brother and I were attending the Adventureland Daycare and Pre-School. The walls of which I spent a fair amount of time licking while I stood with my nose in the corner.
This particular day there were peas served with lunch. I didn't eat the peas. The teacher insisted that I would not be allowed to play with the other kids until I had eaten every last one of the vile orbs.
"He'll throw up if you make him eat those", my brother warned.
"He will not. Now eat your peas, Pete."
"OK, fine." I really wanted to climb the pear tree, so I complied.
It was on the long walk back to the playground that I fulfilled my brother's prophecy. All over the teacher's shoes.
Fast-forward to 1995. Donna and I were in line at the buffet at a ward party of some kind or another. Smithmas or some crap like that. Donna thought it would be polite of me to take some of the peas that had been prepared by our landlords, since they would be sitting at the same table we were.
"Just eat the peas."
"If I do, I'll throw up. Just ask my brother."
"You will not. Now eat your peas, Pete."
It was less-than-polite that not 20 minutes later, I was throwing up all over the table.
Please, no peas.
I now, hereby tag Freckle Face Girl to write on the topic of "Living Outside The Corridor".
Filed under - Food | Health and Medicine | Marathon Of Weird...when I'm around right-wing Republicans - up to and including projectile vomiting, just like in the Exorcist. I can do everything except twist my head around 360 degrees.
If peas are mushy, I could see the nasea happening.
Same thing for me with brussel sprouts, (I gagged as I typed that).
I love the way this meme is working out. I'm learning a lot about the Mormon faith. Nicely done, Pete!
All these things I never knew about you, Pete. I hate vomiting. I can count all the times I ever have...except that one night of "Learning my limits" Vodka indulgence. Apparently there IS too much of a good thing.
I won't eat canned peas, or split pea soup. But frozen are ok, and fresh in their pod are great.
Do not eat peas if they make you puke. Unless you have an evil plan that requires puking at will.
I feel for you Pete, I do the same thing with black olives or raw tomatoes. Evil, vile, weeds...
I just saw that I was tagged. Tough Topic, but I'll work on it. - No peas for you!
Mmmmmm, I adore peas! And as a matter of fact (this is true) I am eating peas as I read through this post and comments. Raw peas in a salad. Yum. Peas with cucumbers, onions, tomatoes, and feta cheese. I'm glad you are NOT here eating it with me though. It would kinda spoil the pleasure to have you puking all over the place. But I'm fine with you not liking peas. That leaves more peas for me to eat.
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Mmmm. I loves me some peas.