What’s for lunch? It’s an oft-asked question in our house. Sometimes it’s my husband or my daughter inquiring about the noonday meal. Sometimes it’s just me asking myself. About half the time, lunch is leftovers from dinner the night before. The other half of the time, it’s what our family calls “fend for yourself” meals.
One day last week, lunch was definitely a fend-for-myself type affair. I looked in the fridge. I looked in the freezer. I looked in the breadbox. All the while, I was muttering to myself in a kind of mournful chant, “What’s for lunch? What’s for lunch? What’s for lunch?” My eyes alighted on a can of garbanzo beans — although the fashionable term is chickpeas, perhaps because it sounds cuter, like baby chickens cavorting with legumes. For the purposes of this article, I’ll give way to the trend and call them chickpeas.
Anyhow, I’m not going to lie to you: My original plan was simply to open the can and eat the plain beans. I hesitated because although I was hungry and didn’t feel like making a fuss, a pile of unadorned chickpeas seemed perhaps too uninspired, even sad. It was a dreary, drizzly day and on balance, I decided that sad beans were not going to cut it. I needed cheerful chickpeas.
I did quite a bit of rummaging, and here’s what I unearthed in the pantry: a large jar of artichoke hearts and a small jar of pimientos. Well, that was a start. I opened the fridge and found two aged carrots, a bag of green onions, half a block of feta and — way in the back, partially blocked by the peanut butter and pickle relish — a jar of my own pickled green beans with big chunks of garlic and slices of onion. They’d been hiding back there for a while but I opened the jar and the green beans were just as crisp and zingy and garlicky as you please. Last, I found an open can of tuna because we’d run out of cat food and had to call in the reserves. Fortunately, there was still half a can left.