Mmmm...

Sssscrambled Eeeeegggssss...

But I threw up a little in my mouth at peas. I wretch when I smell em. When I was 5 ish years old I had a psycho baby sitter that made me sit at the kitchen table for hours until I peed my pants refusing to eat those nasty wretched things. One time she nearly performed a tonsillectomy with a spoon stuffing them down my throat...

Ahhhh, thanks DeeWee for that walk down my pea ridden dysfunctional memory lane. 😳🤯🤮