Okay, if ever there were a title more gag-inducing, at least for me, this would be it. I’ll tell you (mercifully briefly) why.
- Re: creamed peas. In 1957-8 the girls in my Willingdon School grade seven class and I happened to have a sadistic cooking teacher in Home Ec. I say that because she not only forced us to make a creamed peas ‘side dish’ – which my Jewish mom never in her life made, since white sauce was apparently considered Christian slop, er, I mean food – but she also made us EAT it. I won’t go into any more detail regarding this odious and embarrassing event. Suffice it to say I never combined such ingredients again in my (almost non-existent) cooking career.
- Re: mushroom soup. Not that I was ever forced to cook this, mind you, but I think just the sight of it must’ve brought back memories of that awful event above, and therefore I never even attempted to make it or taste it. I apparently passed down my dislike to my kids (unfortunately?)… so that whenever I decided I would order pizza for supper, and they asked me what we were having, I’d say with a mischievous twinkle in my eye, “Mushroom soup!” They’d go, “Yayyyy!” They knew right away I meant pizza. It was a code word, see?
I guess ya hadda be there! 😀