Pease pudding.

[whatho]

My father is cooking pease pudding in the kitchen. Patently. The only thing about pease pudding that recommends it to me is its unnecessarily amusing name. The thing about pease pudding that makes me want to vomit slightly is its look, feel, smell and taste. Soon the house shall be filled with foul yellow pease-scented steam. Already it begins. I have much loathing. I am endeavouring to be grateful that we are a family lucky enough to have pease at our disposal when many families are not so. I am having little in the way of success.

I stole one of the above phrases from the following poem by Edwin Morgan, for whom I have immense amounts of love and who once read The Loch Ness Monster Song for me when I was 13.

A View of Things

what I love about dormice is their size
what I hate about rain is its sneer
what I love about Bratach Gorm is its unflappability
what I hate about scent is its smell
what I love about newspapers is their etaoin shrdl
what I hate about philosophy is its pursed lip
what I love about Rory is his old grouse
what I hate about Pam is her pinkie
what I love about semi-precious stones is their preciousness
what I hate about diamonds is their mink
what I love about poetry is its ion engine
what I hate about hogs is their setae
what I love about love is its porridge spoon
what I hate about hate is its eyes
what I love about hate is its salts
what I hate about love is its dog
what I love about Hank is his string vest
what I hate about the twins is their three gloves
what I love about Mabel is her teeter
what I hate about gooseberries is their look, feel, smell and taste
what I love about the world is its shape
what I hate about a gun is its lock stock and barrel
what I love about bacon-and-eggs is its predictability
what I hate about derelict buildings is their reluctance to disintegrate
what I love about a cloud is its unpredictability
what I hate about you, chum, is your china
what I love about many waters is their inability to quench love

Edwin Morgan.

Comments

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

What she said.

[whatho.livejournal.com]

What I said.

[whatho.livejournal.com]

Dear the both of yous. I think I am suggesting that it is made with a vile substance called Pease. It is actually made with dried yellow split peas and salt, essentially. But soon the peas cease to resemble individual peas and merge into a mush that I see no reason not to refer as...pease.

[yonmei.livejournal.com]

Mmmm. I love mushy peas (http://mhw.livejournal.com/198154.html) (which is basically pease pudding).

Pease pudding hot
Pease pudding cold
Pease pudding in the pot, nine days old...

[whatho.livejournal.com]

I object HUGELY to mushy peas and the great big hideous marrowfat peas that work towards their construction.

So well done you helping to rid the world of this menace.