I have to confess: I can't get enough chickpeas lately. I've been incorporating them into everything. God bless the chickpea. That amazing little legume is packed with protein, iron, and fibre, and when roasted, it makes an amazingly addictive, crunchy, salty snack. Roasted chickpeas must be skyrocketing in popularity, since I keep seeing bags of them on sale at the grocery store for what seems to me to be exhoribitant prices.
It all started, many years ago, with an obsession with Tim Hortons' cranberry blueberry bran muffins. My soon-to-be husband and I were cross country skiing and we stopped in Canmore to refuel and get lunch; I looked at all the baskets of baked goods and chose a cranberry blueberry bran muffin, not knowing that one bite later I would be hopelessly hooked. I thought about that muffin for days, and after that I would go out of my way to obtain another. I would stop at nothing, it seemed, to get my muffin fix.
I don't know about you, but right now I'm at that point where I cannot remember what it was like to leave the house without donning several layers of clothing, I cannot remember what my yard looks like without two feet of snow in it, and I cannot remember what it was like to feel "too warm." Winter, it seems, has been going on forever and will go on forever, spring is never going to come, and I will be cleaning salt stains off my snow boots for the rest of my life.
