A Plate of Peas
A Plate of Peas
My grandfather died when I was a small boy, and my grandmother started staying with uscheap coach handbags.for about six months every year. She lived in a room that doubled as my father's office, which we referred to as "the back room." She carried with her a powerful aromawomens t shirt. I don‘t know what kind of perfume she used, but it was the double-barreled, ninety-proof, knockdown, render-the-victim-unconscious, moose-killing variety. She kept it in a huge atomizer and appliedBurberry scarf. it frequently and liberally. It was almost impossible to go into her room and remain breathing for any length of time. When she would leave the house to go spend six months with my Aunt LillianCheap wedding dress, my mother and sisters would throw open all the windows, strip the bed, and take out the curtains and rugs. Then they would spend several days washing and airing things outchristian audigier jeans, trying frantically to make the pungent odor go away.
It took place at the Biltmore Hotel, which, to my eight-year-old mindcheap shoes, was just about the fancies place to eat in all of Providence. My grandmother, my mother, and I were having lunch after a morning spent shopping. I grandly ordered a salisbury steak, confident in the knowledgepregnancy test,that beneath that fancy name was a good old hamburger with gravy. When brought to the table, it was accompanied by a plate of peas. I do not like peas now. I did not like peas thenAir Fresheners. I have always hated peas. It is a complete mystery to me why anyone would voluntarily eat peas. I did not eat them at home. I did not eat them at restaurants. And I certainly was not about to eat them nowstainless steel valve. "Eat your peas," my grandmother said.
My grandmother did not reply, but there was a glint in her eye and a grim set to her jawcheap ed hardy.that signaled she was not going to be thwarted. She leaned in my direction, looked me in the eye, and uttered the fateful words that changed my life: "I'll pay you five dollars if you eat those peasnike dunks.I had absolutely no idea of the impending doom. I only knew that five dollars was an enormous, nearly unimaginable amount of money, and as awful as peas were, only one plate of them stood between menike shox.and the possession of that five dollars. I began to force the wretched things down my throat.My mother was livid. My grandmother had that self-satisfied look of someone who has thrown down an unbeatable trump cardfire pit. "I can do what I want, Ellen, and you can‘t stop me." My mother glared at her mother. She glared at me. No one can glare like my mother. If there were a glaring Olympicsdiet pills, she would undoubtedly win the gold medal.
I, of course, kept shoving peas down my throat. The glares made me nervoustiffany jewelry, and every single pea made me want to throw up, but the magical image of that five dollars floated before me, and I finally gagged down every last one of them. My grandmother handed me the five dollars with a flourishRock drill. My mother continued to glare in silence. And the episode ended. Or so I thought. My grandmother left for Aunt Lillian's a few weeks later. That night, at dinnerrattan furniture, my mother served two of my all-time favorite foods, meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Along with them came a big, steaming bowl of peas. She offered me some peas, and I, in the very last moments of my innocent youthgauze, declined. My mother fixed me with a cold eye as she heaped a huge pile of peas onto my plate. Then came the words that were to haunt me for years.
What possible argument could I muster against that? There was none. Did I eat the peasnail tip? You bet I did. I ate them that day and every other time they were served thereafter. The five dollars were quickly spent. My grandmother passed away a few years laternail uv lamp. But the legacy of the peas lived on, as it lives on to this day. If I so much as curl my lip when they are served (because, after all, I still hate the horrid little thingsflowmeter), my mother repeats the dreaded words one more time: "You ate them for money," she saysplay equipment. "You can eat them for love."
My grandfather died when I was a small boy, and my grandmother started staying with uscheap coach handbags.for about six months every year. She lived in a room that doubled as my father's office, which we referred to as "the back room." She carried with her a powerful aromawomens t shirt. I don‘t know what kind of perfume she used, but it was the double-barreled, ninety-proof, knockdown, render-the-victim-unconscious, moose-killing variety. She kept it in a huge atomizer and appliedBurberry scarf. it frequently and liberally. It was almost impossible to go into her room and remain breathing for any length of time. When she would leave the house to go spend six months with my Aunt LillianCheap wedding dress, my mother and sisters would throw open all the windows, strip the bed, and take out the curtains and rugs. Then they would spend several days washing and airing things outchristian audigier jeans, trying frantically to make the pungent odor go away.
It took place at the Biltmore Hotel, which, to my eight-year-old mindcheap shoes, was just about the fancies place to eat in all of Providence. My grandmother, my mother, and I were having lunch after a morning spent shopping. I grandly ordered a salisbury steak, confident in the knowledgepregnancy test,that beneath that fancy name was a good old hamburger with gravy. When brought to the table, it was accompanied by a plate of peas. I do not like peas now. I did not like peas thenAir Fresheners. I have always hated peas. It is a complete mystery to me why anyone would voluntarily eat peas. I did not eat them at home. I did not eat them at restaurants. And I certainly was not about to eat them nowstainless steel valve. "Eat your peas," my grandmother said.
My grandmother did not reply, but there was a glint in her eye and a grim set to her jawcheap ed hardy.that signaled she was not going to be thwarted. She leaned in my direction, looked me in the eye, and uttered the fateful words that changed my life: "I'll pay you five dollars if you eat those peasnike dunks.I had absolutely no idea of the impending doom. I only knew that five dollars was an enormous, nearly unimaginable amount of money, and as awful as peas were, only one plate of them stood between menike shox.and the possession of that five dollars. I began to force the wretched things down my throat.My mother was livid. My grandmother had that self-satisfied look of someone who has thrown down an unbeatable trump cardfire pit. "I can do what I want, Ellen, and you can‘t stop me." My mother glared at her mother. She glared at me. No one can glare like my mother. If there were a glaring Olympicsdiet pills, she would undoubtedly win the gold medal.
I, of course, kept shoving peas down my throat. The glares made me nervoustiffany jewelry, and every single pea made me want to throw up, but the magical image of that five dollars floated before me, and I finally gagged down every last one of them. My grandmother handed me the five dollars with a flourishRock drill. My mother continued to glare in silence. And the episode ended. Or so I thought. My grandmother left for Aunt Lillian's a few weeks later. That night, at dinnerrattan furniture, my mother served two of my all-time favorite foods, meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Along with them came a big, steaming bowl of peas. She offered me some peas, and I, in the very last moments of my innocent youthgauze, declined. My mother fixed me with a cold eye as she heaped a huge pile of peas onto my plate. Then came the words that were to haunt me for years.
What possible argument could I muster against that? There was none. Did I eat the peasnail tip? You bet I did. I ate them that day and every other time they were served thereafter. The five dollars were quickly spent. My grandmother passed away a few years laternail uv lamp. But the legacy of the peas lived on, as it lives on to this day. If I so much as curl my lip when they are served (because, after all, I still hate the horrid little thingsflowmeter), my mother repeats the dreaded words one more time: "You ate them for money," she saysplay equipment. "You can eat them for love."
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