Some people write poems, some write essays, and I do a quick piece of art to honor something useless from our past.

The TV Dinner

I’m not doing any research, but I think they still make these. We had these kids and this is what I remember.

  • The peas bounced
  • The baked apples were pretty good
  • So was Macaroni and cheese. I burned the roof of my mouth every single time.
  • I don’t even know what Salisbury steak is.
  • I feel sorry for the turkey that sacrificed their lives to be put in an aluminum foil container.
  • There was some type of peach cobbler. It was OK.
  • I always like spaghetti, but the spaghetti was bad
  • But the peas were better than canned peas.

Thank you for following along, go to your freezer and pop in a TV dinner.

3 responses to “Those Peas”

  1. vermavkv Avatar

    Your piece is a delightful blend of humor, nostalgia, and honesty.
    I love how you capture the quirky textures, flavors, and even the mild disappointments of TV dinners in such a warm, conversational way—it feels like sitting across the table swapping memories.
    The little details, like bouncing peas and the mystery of Salisbury steak, make it both personal and universally relatable.

  2. DEMARAS RACING Avatar

    There’s a really good video on YT about the history of the TV dinner. Entertaining and informative. I mean…. it’s not art like your illustration, but at least you’ll know what happened to them (still around, different name).

  3. Stephanie Avatar
    Stephanie

    One of the first things I gave up upon reaching adulthood was canned peas. Still love peas, but only fresh or frozen. 🙂 Weirdly, not many TV dinners in my upbringing, but something called turkey loaf.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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