Peas were my arch nemesis as a child. I hated them. I remember evenings sitting alone at the dinner table, the rest of my family off in the other room watching T.V. or some other activity, while I had a stare-down with the little evil spheres. I was to sit there until they were gone. No amount of seasoning or sour cream could mask their vile taste. On occasion the family dog would take pity on me and assist in their disappearance. But alas I have endured and risen above the conflict that plagued me. As an adult.. I will eat the pea… I just won’t enjoy it.