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!"

3 comments:

Jane said...

Gee, daddy why don't you mix the peas with some more savory like chicken broth or bake peas into brownies? Ha ha...

jenkious said...

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!

Anonymous said...

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