I was responsible for cooking their meals when our parents worked. One night, our mother told to me to be sure we had a vegetable. I was making home made pizza and didn't have a anything to make a salad. So, defiantly I dumped a can of peas on top of the pizza and served it.
Now I made them wonderful meals for years and this is the only one they remember. Peas on top of their pizza.
Look at the female symbol with golden hair and motherly appearance holding the pizza with peas and the three, tall boys standing in unison on the other side with their hand in their pockets. Funny plate and funnier story.
"No Peas - Please" By Eva Marie Tanner Klaas |
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