I think it’s time to step away from my totally justified rage towards fast food restaurants and focus on something a little more peculiar. Of course I am talking about my parents. Being British they cannot help but store all manner of truly weird food items in the house. For example, for the past week the following box of peas has been sitting on the counter in the kitchen.
Here’s my biggest issue with this box. It claims to be “quick soak” but I really don’t consider TWO hours to be all that quick. More bizarre was the fact that, as I mentioned previously, these fucking peas were just sitting around on the kitchen counter. Apparently they were not to be put away because my parents needed a constant reminder that at some point they should make these peas…which they finally did yesterday:
Here is where the story gets really scary though. The finished product, which required 20 minutes of cooking in the microwave (which is not quick Batchelors) looked pretty much exactly like the picture on the front of the box. I naturally had to try some for the sake of my blog and Satan help me if they didn’t actually taste good. I know right? I must have more British blood in me then I realized. The whole experience made me do some serious reflection. What other crazy weird things do my parents have stashed in the cupboard? Well, I’m going to dedicate the next blog to finding out what lies inside the depths of my parents kitchen. I’m pretty much like Indian Jones except I’m looking for food and I use my whip for sexual purposes.
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