Yesterday I had a hankering for Indian food so we had carryout. I ordered chana masala, medium, for me and lamb dal, hot, for Ben.
Sam ate a chickpea and cried "mouth hurts!"
Sam ate another chickpea and cried "mouth hurts!"
etc.
We gave up and made him a hotdog. Poor thing. We must have had too long a gap in Indian food between his birth and now and he lost his conditioning. Oops!
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Maybe eating a THIRD chickpea would have given him a different result!
Boy, I miss chana masala...
Oh boy, I miss it too. Though it's not a diet thing, but a regional thing.
Oh, shopping at Walmart the other day, the person stocking the aisle with canned beans did not know what a chickpea was (nor a garbonzo bean). Sigh. They do have them at another store in town though.
And there is no tahini in town.
Ack! You're in a culinary wasteland out there. But I'm sure there is some dang good fried!
And Beth...the chana masala rocked.
They don't know what freakin' CHICK PEAS are down there?? Are they complete savages?!
I hope the bourbon mint julips more than make up for it.
LOL...I'd like to tell you otherwise Beth, but...we live in a dry county. No julips for us. Unless we drive 30 miles to get'em
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