Sunday, January 27, 2008
Visualize Whirled Peas
(the following was translated verbatim by Les Babble - professional baby whisperer - at the home of Molly Lash MacDonald, January 27, 2008 following her first experience with pureed peas)
"Alright Les, take this down. And don't go changing it to protect your gratuity - I'll know and then you'll never work in this town again. For the record: I do NOT like peas. I abhor them. They are, for want of a better word, revolting. They are an affront to my senses. Their taste, like soured seaweed from a backstreet sushi bar; their odor, like mashed millipedes on a Peruvian patio; their texture, like the sludge trapped between an elephant's toes! And tell my Dad that he's not fooling anyone by mixing those grotesque peas in with my rice cereal. I wasn't born yesterday. Next time he tries that... he'll be wearing peas to work!"
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3 comments:
Gee, daddy why don't you mix the peas with some more savory like chicken broth or bake peas into brownies? Ha ha...
mmmm....looks tempting! That expression is priceless. I also enjoyed Mom and dad's conversation...dad thinking Molly looks a little peakish and Mom wondering if perhaps it is only the TEXTURE not the truly vile taste. :)I can't wait!
Hey, leave the Peruvians alone...:) Gabriel was the same but with green beans he still hates them no matter what...but now he picks them out and says No,no...
Katy
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