Dad has always hated green peas. Even when he was little. He would tell us a story about a time he tried to get out of eating his peas.
Back then, you had to 'clean your plate' or you weren't excused from the dinner table. Ever so stealthily, Dad would take a few peas and shove them under the rim of the dinner plate. Over the length of dinner, his peas were gone and he was excused to go play.
When Grandma lifted the plate from the table, a perfect little ring of peas remained...
He's never liked peas - ever!