Random Mini Thought

I have an odd relationship with chick peas. It's normal now; I like them, I put them in salads and maybe some Indian food, and that's the end of it. But my parents, guardians of the embarrassing past, tell me that when I was three or four years old, I threw a small temper tantrum in a restaurant in my quest for chick peas. There was chanting and banging of silverware on the table and everything else.