Sneaking Peas

As another back-to-school season begins, I’m reminded of one day during my elementary school years — a day when my pickiness nearly got the best of me.

I attended Catholic school. Nuns in full habit were our teachers, for the most part, and Mass was required a couple of times a week.

Lunch hour consisted of a hot meal. No brown bags.

The hair-netted lunch ladies would ladle out our food on trays, with separated portions for the veggies, fruit, main meat, etc.

Sometimes it was good. Other times, it was awful.

This one day was of the latter.

Peas were on the menu.

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