Thicker than Pea Soup

It’s foggy today.

I’m working at home and looking out the window I can still, at almost 11:00 am, barely see across my property. The schools were delayed two hours to allow the daylight to show its face so it would be easier for the buses to get to get the kids safely to the classrooms. I drove my kids in and visibility was probably about 30-50 yards.  We get lots of foggy days here, especially this time of year when Mother Nature seems to be frantically trying to figure out if it should be sunny and warm or cloudy and cold, raining or snowing, wet or dry, changing her mind sometimes every few hours.

But this morning she chose it to be foggy.

Thick fog…

Thicker than pea soup…

Does anyone really say that anymore? “Man, the fog this morning was so thick… it was thicker than pea soup!”

More importantly, does anyone really even eat pea soup? I mean, seriously, is there anything more disgusting than pea soup? Maybe the expression should be “that’s more disgusting than pea soup!”

“Hey, I have an idea, let’s take a bunch of split peas, whatever a split pea is… cook them up to oblivion, then mash them up into a puree with some water and salt and pepper and try to pass it off as soup. We can throw in a few cubes of ham and maybe some onions and things so that people won’t think they are eating the most disgusting food that anyone could ever possibly think of.”

Look, if you’re going to try to win me over with your split pea soup recipes in the comments, it’s a moot point, my mind is made up already. I mean, I love most veggies, beans, legumes, cooked, fresh, raw, in soup, in stir fry, whatever. Not a fan of Brussels sprouts or the many varieties of squash or mushrooms. Other than that I’m mostly opened minded. I like soup too, chicken broth based especially. There nothing that says “hey buddy, it’s okay to wrap up in your little blankie with your pajamas and bunny socks on and stare at the TV” than a bowl of chicken soup.

But split pea soup?

I learned early on in my life, probably about 1-2 years old, that my mother was going to sit in front of me with little jars of mashed up food and try to shove it into my mouth. Sometimes there were even flying spoons and airplane noises involved. But it didn’t take long to figure out that the pears and the applesauce were the bomb! But a spoonful of mashed up green mush… my jaw would be “locked up tighter than a drum, tighter than Pandora’s box.”

“Sealed up tighter than a brand new pickle jar at a Thanksgiving Feast.”

By the way, that reminds me, tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I may not always realize it but I have a ton to be thankful for… an amazing wife and kids and family, loyal friends, a beautiful old home, a job, four really cool goats and a few cats, a little bit of writing talent, my health, my family’s health, and of course all you great blogging pals. Did I mention an amazing wife and kids?

I’m thankful for the Jackson Browne CD that is playing in the background right now and in terms of entertainers, the one artist in the world that has had a more profound impact on my life than any other.

Sometimes I have to push through the fog to figure that all out and sometimes that fog can be “as thick as pea soup.”

But not today…

Today that is as clear as day!

Hope you all have a fabulous Holiday filled with turkey and mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce and stuffing and whatever else you eat on Thanksgiving… even if that includes pea soup!

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15 responses to “Thicker than Pea Soup

  1. Oh crap! I have to get the pickles! And the olives! And the grape leaves! Off to the grocery store! ;-) Happy Thanksgiving.

  2. You can’t across your property, no wonder, you can’t see a mile in thick fog.

  3. Cheryl

    Pea soup is the BOMB! I love it! Pea soup is to me what chicken soup is to you. But different strokes for different folks. I’m not gonna try and change your mind. And yes, we do still say “thick as pea soup” around here. It was foggy here today too. Has been every morning for a week. But I’ll take it because when the fog burns off, we have a beautiful, gloriously sunny day. I’m going to enjoy them before the snow flurries hit on Saturday. Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family and to everyone in the blogosphere. Enjoy!

    • I had a feeling there’d be some pea soup fans out there. But this begs the question, does pea soup make you want to wrap up in your little blankie with your pajamas and bunny socks on and stare at the TV? And you are correct, the fog has cleared and its a beautiful, warm, sunny day!

      • Cheryl

        Oh it absolutely makes you want to wrap up in your little blankie with your jammies and bunny socks and stare at the TV! It’s comfort food! See… now I want to go make a great big pot of pea soup. Anyone got a ham bone? LOL!

  4. Awwww! Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family! And, just for the record, have you tried frying Brussels Sprouts to a crisp in some garlic olive oil and enough seasoned salt to throw you into hypertension? A. MA..ZING. In fact, I think you could try this with the soup? Can anything cooked this way be bad?

    • That sounds okay. I’ll eat them occasionally, but definitely not my favorite. They’re kind of bitter tasting. At minimum they have to be soaked in butter, but olive oil and salt would definitely help. There’s probably plenty of good recipes for pea soup out there. I’ve even eaten bean soups before which are kind of similar and they’re okay. Somehow, the whole green, mushy thing going on with pea soup just doesn’t do it for me. Happy Thanksgiving to you too!

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