My grandmother passed away a couple of years ago,but the legacy o f the peas still lives on.

It took place at the Biltmore Hotel,which.to my eight-year-old(16),was just about a place to eat.My grandmother, my mother, and I were having lunch the after shopping. I grandly (17) a Salisbury steak, (18) about the knowledge that beneath that fancy name was a good old hamburger with gravy (肉汁).When brought to the ta ble, it was (19) by a plate of peas which I have always hated. It is a complete (20) to me why anyone would( 21) eat p eas. And I was certainly not about to eat them. “Eat your peas，” my (22)said.

“Mother,” said my mother in a low voice. “He doesn’t like peas. Leave him (23) My grandmother did not reply, but looked me in the eye, and uttered the fateful words that (24) my life: “I’ll pay you five dollars can eat those peas ”

I began to force myself to eat them. And I found my mother seeme dabit (25) .which made me nervous.But my grandmother had a satisfied look. Every single pea made me want to throw up. (26) the magic a 1 image of five dollars floated before me,I finally finished every last on e of them.

My grandmother (27) me the five dollars with a flourish (夸张动作). A few weeks later, my grandmother left for aunt Lilian’s. That night, at dinner, my mother served two of my favorite foods along with a big, steaming bowl of peas. She offered me some peas,and I naturally(28) She fixed me with a cold eye as she heaped a huge pile of peas onto my plate. Then came the words that still( 29) in my head today.“You ate them for (30)，”she said.“You can eat them for love.”