For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for January 23, 2023

crafty girl April is when it comes to the peas

That was how my brother ate peas. He hated canned peas and so do I but he’d take them like pills and wash them down with his milk.

Because you weren’t watching her

Growing up I had to eat peas. I would take a drink of milk and swallow a couple of them whole. Now, I do not eat those dang things!

when you grow up hungry they taste great; love them still today

And who is going to search?

Wait a minute. Are you supposed to chew peas before swallowing?

Change the name of this comic to “For Better Or For Ape-will”

Can’t say that I blame her, I am not a great fan of peas. I have no problem with beans but just not peas, I think it is how they taste—they are different ! ! ! !

I eat my peas with honey. I’ve done it all my life. It does taste kind of funny, but it keeps them on my knife. – Burmashave

This of course is the perfect excuse to trot out a very bad pun: “Pray for whirled peas.”

We had a rule – clean your plate or no dessert. My son’s plate would be perfectly clean – on top. The peas would be smeared all over the bottom. He’s sixty now and still hates them.

There is a method to toddler madness.

There’s nothing wrong with peas.

Sugar snap peas I love to eat raw, pod and all, right off the vine. Split pea soup with ham is great on a cold winters day. Peas with pearl onions is good too. Peas with mixed veggies are great in a pot pie.

Now okra I can’t stand. Something about the sliminess puts me off. But it’s ok in a gumbo if I can’t tell it’s in there.

Give peas a chance!

Then April will have no problem with castor oil. prune juice, and milk of magnesia. After all that, in two days, April will have blasted off to the Moon!

I swallowed either a nickel or a dime once in my early single digits and was surprised when my mother wasn’t too concerned. It never occurred to me that a coin would come out as easily as it went in.

Another full sentence in April’s thought bubble. And she seems bizarrely proud of it too—of the unorthodox eating of peas, not of being able to think in full sentences.

Definitely keep an eye on her.

Peas and mashed potatoes go together like pancakes and syrup

Such a fuss over a button. Good thing she didn’t eat a zipper.

I’ve watched poop from my dogs, before, but neither of my boys ever at anything like a button – of course my house never had a budding seamstress, either…

That’s how I eat cooked carrots [cut up] and peas. I love them raw – cooking changes the flavor – to the worst

Last week Aypo thought in baby talk.

The only way my mother could get me to eat peas was to put in what she called poor boy stew. Hamburger, potatoes, corn, peas, and cornstarch to thicken it up.

I love peas, raw or cooked (like my grandmother used to). Unfortunately, my husband does not, so the only time I ever get them is if someone brings a veggie tray with snow peas to a pot luck. They aren’t even allowed in our house.

April’s sly look in panel 4 is priceless!

People really have strong feelings about peas!