As I pick the peas out of the pork and fried rice I’m about to eat, now is as good of a time as any to turn the discussion away from mushrooms and to another one of my most hated foods: peas.
A wise man named Vincent Crampton once wrote “Peas: The devil’s vegetable.” He obviously detests them as much as I to equate them to evil but I’m sure he has a one up on me in backing his opinion that he has actually tasted them. Because you see, I hate the pea but I have no idea what it tastes like.
The best way to explain this nutbaggery, and believe me I’m well aware of my shortcomings, is to bring it back to Vincent’s statement linking the pea to the devil.
When I was around eight or nine I was asked by my mother to bring a bottle into the living room for my baby sister who was sitting in her playpen. My father was in there watching TV and I didn’t pay much attention to what was on until I noticed that the little girl’s head on the TV screen had started spinning.
Soon, what appeared to be green pea soup started spewing out of her pie hole to cover her surrounding bedroom and whoever was in there with her.
As you have probably already guessed my father was watching “The Exorcist” and I had the unfortunate timing of walking in at that exact scene. If you haven’t seen the film it’s about a little girl that is possessed by the devil. When I asked my father what the movie was about, I essentially got “This is what happens when little girls are bad, Kelly.”
My father’s sense of humor may be a bit dark but he was regretting it shortly after when I wouldn’t sleep in my own bed or sleep over at anyone’s house for months in fear the devil would possess my body.
What also came with that was a fear of eating peas, because that’s what it looked like Linda Blair was spewing all over the place. This too seemed like a gateway into my soul that would be possessed if I allowed the pea to enter. The director used something to assimilate green pea soup for a reason, because it looks disgusting (not like creamed spinach, one of my favorite sides).
Eventually I started sleeping in my own room again, but I never ate a pea. Yes, I know the devil is not going to possess my body for eating the vegetable but I’m a superstitious girl and I figure if I haven’t eaten it for this long and put so much work into avoiding them then maybe it was for good reason. So I would rather just leave well enough alone.
For it to cause me such distress, I rather hate it. Obviously, not for what it tastes like because if I ever knew what that was like it’s well forgotten now. I just hate it because it caused me too much suffering growing up and for that it is evil or as Vincent put it, “the devil’s vegetable.”