Let me tell you a story. storytime.

about 5 years old. i still remember my grandmother. and the most outstanding thing i remember about her was that she'd take walks to saddleback ranch market, with me. 5 miles away, that was a long way to walk for a kindergartener or 1st grader or whatever i was.

we'd never buy anything. maybe a soda.

grandma mary was always poor after her divorce. always spiteful to grandpa's new wife. and always had a way to spark my imagination. whether pet rocks with glue on plastic eyes (the kind that weeples have), or bird watching, she helped raise me and a lot of my attributes are my grandmother's.

except one.

grandma loved green bell peppers. and always scholded me whenever there was a meal and i wouldn't eat them. i would even eat pizza with them.

one day grandma made an omelette and it had green bell peppers. needless to say i refused to eat the omelette. this is when she decided to put her foot down. she didn't make omelettes for nothin, by gum!

well i couldn't leave the table till i ate them. so ate them i did, and 10 minutes later i threw them up heartily in my mom's bathroom.

i think i got a lot of ice cream and more trust from my grandmother after that.

thus the story of why luke doesn't like and will never eat green bell peppers. even on pizza.