Peas

      Here's the thing about peas, which I really hated as a child, and only merely dislike now unless they are fresh or frozen and cooked very slightly. They are dark and dreary. 
      Imagine you are a child like I was: You can't even chew them because they mush up in your mouth. They taste like army green or dark greyish purple. They are like dirty hair or gray hairy bugs. They are like low notes in a minor key with a few wrong notes. Peas are not so bad by themselves, but the thought of them can make a child gag. 
      If you spill them on the floor even the dog, who will eat them, doesn't snarf them up, so you get caught dropping them on the floor. If you mush them up under the plate, Mom finds it in the dish water, which she finds ugly, (but not so ugly as you would find them if you actually ate them). Peas are grown-up food, because grown-ups have lost the sensitive perception to hate them. 
      Let's face it, most vegetables taste like their color. It's that color/sensory perception thing that has been studied scientifically in many ways. Green beans are okay when their green color is somewhat appealing. Carrots are okay when orange is considered okay. Cauliflower is not okay when they are perceived to be dirty green. A grey-green color leaches out of broccoli, cabbage, and brussel sprouts. And turnips are the color of dishwater. Corn is a bright, usually safe yellow, just as tomatoes are a bright, usually safe red.
      Peas, to a child who hates them, are not worth anything. The nutritional value in peas is totally negated by the trauma of eating them. 
      Mommies trying to be smart try to package "nutritional" foods in cookies, brownies, or pizza. It sounds deceitful to me, and if, when I was a child, I found peas in my brownie, I would never eat a brownie again!