The first place I ever encountered chickpeas, or garbanzo beans (a much cooler name), was the salad bar at my elementary school--kinda a scary place to begin with. They were just dumped out of a can into the serving bowl. They looked like little brown brains and tasted like chalk-y cardboard. Little kids don't think about mooshing them up and adding stuff to them to make them edible, they just look at them, say "eewww, mini brains," and never touch them again.
But if made into curry, or falafel, or fake egg salad, or even hummus (without tahini, chalky blech) they are *soooo* good. Like, so good I could probably come up with a different way to eat them just about every day, and it'd take months to get bored. Total magic food.
So yesterday I *finally* cooked the chickpeas. I tossed the whole pound in the slow cooker and wandered off for a couple hours. Or, you know, like 6- What, I lost track of time. It happens. So then I made chana masala (~3C of beans worth) and rice, and nommed half of it. It's probably technically more than 2 servings worth, and it was a struggle for me to eat it *all* in one big meal, but it was yummy. And it finally finished off that damned bag of forking rice I bought back in, I think, February.
Today I'll finish that and make falafel. Ok, today I'll *try* to make falafel.