I Didn't Think I Liked Chick Peas. I Was Wrong.
My New Year's Eve was a chill, lovely event which thank god did not involve being anywhere near Times Square. (I am not going to let this drop. It is a TERRIBLE IDEA.) It did, however, involved me being in the netherlands of Brooklyn as the designated cooker for a group that featured about zero decision-making impulses. All I had to go on was a request for chick peas and the fact that the only food-buying places (w…
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