I was shucking the peas to go with the rissoles I'd made from the remnants of the roast chicken, when this sprang to mind from my schooldays:
A man sits down in a cafe and peruses the menu. When the waiter arrives to take his order, the man says: "Pissoles and chips, please."
The waiter is aghast. "I beg your pardon, sir?"
The customer points to the menu. "That's what it says here. Pissoles and chips. And that's what I want."
The waiter peruses the menu, then his face lightens. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry sir, there's been a typing error. That P should be an R."
The customer shrugs. "All right, I'll have R-soles and chips."