So. The other day I was in my favorite Mexican market...perusing the produce...when I noticed something small and green from the corner of my eye. I scooted over a bit, leaned in a little closer, and almost let out a whoop! right where I stood. FRESH chickpeas (garbanzo beans). This was the first time I'd ever seen fresh ones. And they were green! Of course I had to pop open a pod to catch a sneak peek...it was like opening somebody's blouse in public and getting a glimpse of what was to come. You know, later. After you got somewhere private. I could hardly wait to expose it completely! Totally voyeuristic.
Well, I filled up a bag in no time flat and hurried to the register, hoping that my excitement wasn't evident. Although, why I should feel ashamed to want to be alone with my fresh chickpeas is beyond me...I just felt the need to be on the down-low.
My palms were all sweaty as I casually strolled through the side door of the house...the one that leads right into the room that sure to contain moans of ecstasy soon. Fortunately, the much more experienced Mexi was already there...he could read my mood like an open book. He sensed that something new and fresh was in store. When I opened the back to give him a tease, he remembered the days back in Mexico when he was so good at peeling off those little green blouses...the days before we were married...the days when living in another time...another place...those little green blouses were waiting around every corner.
He assured me that I would love what was inside. It would bring me pleasure like I'd never known before.
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Michiana-based food writer with a fondness for garlic, freshly baked bread, stinky cheese, dark beer, and Mexican food—who believes that immersing herself in different cultures one bite at a time is the best path to enlightenment.