Yesterday, I was cooking some chickpeas (garbanzo beans) that I had in my food storage. (What!-They're good!) Logan came into the kitchen and said, "What you making?" I said, "Chickpeas," and handed him one to taste. He looked at it for a second and then said, "You cooking BUMS?" I wasn't sure I heard him right, so I asked "What?"
"Right there!" he said, pointing to the pan of chickpeas, "You cooking BUMS?!"
Apparently, he thought they looked like tiny little rear ends! I will never look at a chickpea the same again!
