One for Ange

I love cooking, and living alone, I enjoy having people round, as an excuse to cook proper meals, and also to savour the delights of my "food porn" (subscription to the ABC's delicious magazine. I call it "food porn" because it comes in the mail, is glossy with lots of pictures, and makes me drool :-)

Tonight I had two fellow theological students round for dinner. They are both vegetarians, and so I pored over the last two editions of my food porn for something suitable, and came up with a menu of 'aromatic pumpkin and chick pea hot pot' and a very rich bread and butter pudding for dessert. It was all rather scrumptious (even though it didn't contain any meat :-)

However,as I poured what seemed to be an enormous number of chick peas into the pot, I couldn't help but be reminded of my friend and former work colleague, Ange, who has a particular loathing of chick peas... so much so that everyone at work would invent new ways of trying to get her to eat them...there were some very interesting suggestions of 'wonderful ways with chick peas', some of which seemed to rival the creations of that mad woman in the Vicar of Dibley who had a penchant for disgusting culinary combinations.

I think it is my duty to send a copy of the chick pea recipe to Ange (or better still, to one of the other people at work, so they can make a big deal of giving it to her :-)

(can you tell I have a report to finish, and am procrastinating? :-)