It didn’t. I hadn’t realized just how bad puréed peas could taste. They had a sort of green, slightly granular texture on my tongue and the aroma that filled my nose and mouth was indescribable. The only good thing I could say (if I could have talked) was that at least the color was decorative. Runnels of green ran down my bib and mixed with the orange squash in a festive fashion. It looked like a work of modern art created by a particularly untalented and psychologically distressed painter.
The next jar was even worse and the less said about its flavor the better. It too had a granular texture and there was a distinct taste of vegetables in the mix.