When my son began to, finally, eat "solid foods," he would eat no puréed meats, only vegetables and fruits. So we began a weekly can-a-thon and peas (I'm assuming that you mean what are called "English Peas" in the States or Green Peas elsewhere?) were amongst his top favourites.

They are mushy. You and your brother would have had issues had you lived at my childhood home where green peas served atop mashed potatoes were a weekly staple. My stepmom was a horrible cook, but if my dad ever mentioned a "very simple dish" that he had eaten in some distant land and she had found the recipe in one of her Betty Crocker cookbooks, she would attempt to cook it for him. And if he pronounced it "great! Really damned good!" and it had, in fact, been a very simple dish, then it, too, would become a weekly staple.

But I don't think that you or your brother would have cared for my stepmother's shepherd's pie, either.

Speaking of mushy-when-over-cooked-veg, and there's no way of knowing if this is true or not, but a friend of mine who set off to film school once told me that in order to give the semblance of background conversations, extras would murmur or talk laugh or whisper or whatever the words "peas and carrots" repetitively until the scene was shot. I don't know if that's true.

I did like to eat fresh raw vegetables until I lost my teeth.