Lloyd made peas for dinner. Altogether now – “Yuck! Peas are gross! Down with peas!!”
Unless they are in Zoya’s amazing potato salad, then they are acceptable. But other than that;
“Gross! I will only eat a small spoonful and will make small gagging noises while doing so!”
I decided to supplement my tiny serving of peas with a couple of spears of marinated asparagus. Mmmmmmmmmmm….. tart yumminess. Then I noticed the label on the lid:
Rutin? Rutin? They’re not even trying! That word wouldn’t make it in a Scrabble game! Nice try, Maker’s Mark. I think ‘rutin’ might be code for ‘ant poop’.