Ever since I can remember, the taste of lima beans elicits the gag reflex in me. There is no taste or texture more foul, in my book. One of my most enduring memories from childhood is being forced to eat them at the age of 5. I could not swallow them, so I stuffed my mouth full and ran to the bathroom where I spit them out & flushed. My mother, fast on my heels, saw the whole thing and though I don't remember what happened next, I'm certain I got my butt spanked. But it didn't matter. Next time I didn't eat them and I have never eaten them since. And will never eat them again.
Imagine my horror when I came across this today in Joseph Smith Harris's book "Notes on the ancestry... " . He is speaking here of John Harris (1789-1864), brother to our Campbell Harris.
Aha!!! See - it doesn't pay to be a naughty girl!!!
ReplyDeleteAlthough I don't recall the specific lima bean episode, I have no doubt it happened just as you related it - it sounds one-hundred-percent like something that little tow-headed girl would do! (Incidently, I share your distaste of the bean. It's a shame we have to take familial credit for it's presence on the American dinner plate.) Love 'ya -
Hey wait a minute, if you didn't like them why did you serve them???? HAHAHAHA!!!!
ReplyDeleteIf you don't overcook them, and add a tiny pat of butter, they're not quite so odious. I prefer lentils, of course, eminently more suitable here on the Continent.
ReplyDeleteHey Susan, I don't know what to make of all this Hooper and Harris stuff yet, but its interesting to read. David Y.
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