Chickpeas were not a staple in Northern Italy, where beans and legumes tended to be of the white variety. New traditions are made with every generation, however, and when I now think of chickpeas, I think of my son who had his first chickpeas when he was two. Great Jones, the New York City burger joint around the corner from where we lived, happened to serve the best green salads with chickpeas. Finn gobbled up this salad, loving every bite, and while he liked the flavor and consistency of the beans, I suspect his particular childhood memory was cemented when he proudly added a funny new word to his vocabulary: garbanzo, garbanzo, garbanzo… Continue reading “Garbanzo, Garbanzo, Garbanzo”