i've learned to love a good many things...

...including peas; which I hated as child. I hated tea. I hated brussel sprouts, and still do. I've even hated a few people; none of whom I hate still.

And though I once hated peas, I love this poem I found online...

I eat my peas with honey;
I've done it all my life.
It makes the peas taste funny,
But it keeps them on the knife.

--Anonymous

I like peas, but I can't imagine eating them with honey. And what ingenuity! But again, why not use a fork? The space between tines make perfect nestlings for those peas with a wont to wander.