The picture is one I created with MidJourney.
BATTLE OF THE PEASI couldn’t have been much older than kindergarten age when the battle of wills began. My family had supper at a cousin’s house, and that is when the sweet peas were put on my dinner plate. I remember having eaten everything else served to me, but not these green little balls. I’m not sure exactly why, but it likely had something to do with their mushy consistency and sickly color. Not very appetizing.
As I sat there looking at them, I remember thinking that I could give them a try. But before I could, my dad said, “You’re not leaving this table until you eat those peas.”
Well, that did it. I was doubling down and now there was no way I was going to eat those things that rolled around on my plate. I sat there, looking at them while everyone else left the table and went about their business.
My cousin, the one who cooked the meal, said to my dad that he was teaching me to be stubborn. I hate to say it, but I was already stubborn, and so was my dad, if I do say so myself. Anyway, I sat there for a long time, looking all sweet and innocent. There was no way I was losing this battle. I knew I could win, and I did.
Now, decades later, the little pea-green balls are one of my favorite foods, especially when eaten straight from the garden, or frozen. They have a fresh, healthy flavor, even if they are difficult to chase around the plate.
~ Connie Myres