Oh Peas No

Text Message – 2/11/12
Aunt Susan – Does your Mom eat peas?
Vanessa – Only if she has too lol
Aunt Susan – It’s my fault your Mom hates peas. Maybe Aunt Laura’s too.
Vanessa – Haha what
Aunt Susan – Yeah I fed her some gross canned peas from your grandma’s cupboard. Aunt Laura & didn’t want to eat them so we made your Mom eat them.
Vanessa – Haha ohhh ew
Aunt Susan – Don’t tell your Mom. She doesn’t need to visit that nightmare again.
Vanessa – Lolzzz

The Summer of 75
The summer I turned 17, my younger sister, Laura and I went to Portland, Oregon to spend a month helping our older sister, Mary, who had a nine month old daughter, Tracina. We stayed home during the day while Mary worked. During the day while we watched Tracina, we would watch TV or play in the backyard; sometimes we would push Tracina in her stroller and buy a few things at the neighborhood grocery store. Sometimes we would bring lunch home, but most of the time, we got our lunch from the cupboard. At first Laura and I ate almost anything from the cupboard, including the cheap canned peas. Once I cooked up the peas, but I decided I didn't want to eat any. Laura was sick of eating canned peas too, so I gave them to Tracina. She ate them all. Maybe because it wasn't baby food. When the month was over, Mary and her husband, Doug decided to move to the Magic Valley. Shortly after they moved they came over for dinner. My Mom served real peas, probably garden fresh peas or Western Family frozen green peas. We all ate the peas on our plate except for Tracina. She would not allow those nasty things near her lips. My mom thought it was the move, because my older brother would not touch peas after moving to Idaho. But I knew the truth, it was those nasty canned peas from a Portland, Oregon cupboard. My Mom still doesn't know the real reason why, but Mary does.