I have never, never, never enjoyed peas. They are the nastiest, vilest things on the planet. They feel like pimples popping in your mouth.
Yech, Yech, Yech!!!
Then I bet you really love capers.
May I join the canned sweet pea admirers club? Only I have to put a ton of butter in mine and then mush them up into a rough porridge. Otherwise, feh.
Canned pickled beets are good until you make some from beets you grew yourself. They are delicious in the extreme and you’ll never want a canned pickled beet ever again.
How can anybody eat asparagus? It’s just wrong, like Michael Jackson wrong.
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Dear lord, people are actually posting in defense of canned peas.
All hope is lost, we are destined to doom. 
The terrorists have won
(OK, I admit THAT was going too far)
One thing that I find both frozen and canned peas have in common when your a kid. They DO have the quality of making great ammo when fired at a sibling. I can’t think of any other veggy that is as good for that. can’t think of anything else good about them either really.
Welcome to our new canned-pea overlords, Cloris and Phil.
I hear the Nazis liked canned peas. 
(There, that should cause this thread to die an agonizing, bitter trainwreck of a death. Death to canned peas.)
Preach it - verily, canned peas are an abomination unto all eaters. I won’t allow them in my house. The mushy, vile nastiness that comes out of that can is something I cannot and will not eat.
A mercy killing if ever there was one.
All we are saying is give peas a chance.
But what you’re forgetting is the large number of atheists, Jews, Muslims, neopagans and other non-Christians on this board.
And we’ve all heard it: no Jesus, no peas.
Let there be peas on earth.
May peas be with you.
Everybody sing!
OHHHHH!
I’ve got peas rice and liver
I’ve got peas rice and liver
I’ve got peas rice and liver
In my bowl!
When my Mom tried to feed me peas as a baby, I absolutely refused to eat them. By themselves, I put them in my hair and on my face. I would not get them anywhere near my mouth. I did the same thing when she mixed them with mashed potatoes (my favorite food). I spread the green mashed potatoes everywhere. When she tried putting the peas in the potatoes so that the potatoes were lumpy, I ate the potatoes and spit the peas back at her. At that time, Mom decided “my daughter is not destined to eat peas.”
And I haven’t, nor will I.