Oven Peas
Oven peas.
That’s what someone should invent.
You know, you get home, put in something in the oven, it could be a breaded thing or a tasty slice of something and you add your chips. But then you’ve got to boil water for your peas or use a microwave. The pain there is that when you’re in a hurry or you’re doing something else, you don’t want to be going to be setting about another task while your food is in the oven. You want to be checking the news, putting some music on, getting the kids into bed or spending time with your loved one or spouse.
Oven peas. The divorce rate would half. Think of the differences that would be reconciled.
You rarely see one oat.
May 21st, 2008 at 1:01 pm
Peas are evil. They are always out to get me in some of my favorite dishes. Why do they taste so horrible to me? Why? The round little gits.
May 21st, 2008 at 3:20 pm
I’m with you, Kathryn. Mushy peas, especially, are Satan’s jizz and should be banned.
Down with this sort of thing!
May 21st, 2008 at 3:36 pm
You really can taste the jizz, can’t you?
Now availalable in mushy, with up to 20% Satan’s Jizz. “Mmmmmmm - that’s good jizz.”
Coming soon: Oven corn!
May 21st, 2008 at 3:48 pm
Vegetarians. Sheesh.
May 21st, 2008 at 4:27 pm
I love peas, especially “petit pois”. That is French for “garden peas”. I cannot say that I am terribly keen on mushy peas, though. What I particularly like about peas is their tiny green roundness. Why would anyone mess with that? NATURE KNOWS BEST, PEOPLE.
May 21st, 2008 at 4:28 pm
OK, look, it’s French for “little peas”. But in England we call those peas “garden peas”, you see.
May 21st, 2008 at 5:14 pm
Too late, Katy. Can’t take it back.