To say I hate garbanzo beans is an understatement. What’s stronger than hate? I detest garbanzo beans. Although, that sounds weird to state outloud. Detest should be reserved for abominable humans. Although, I really do try to not hate humans. And not detest. Takes up too much energy and I am too tired these days. I should note, I most certainly do not hate animals. Just thought I’d make that clear. Garbanzo beans, though, I most certainly hate. Yuck. Not yummy. Makes me sick. Literally. I ended up in the emergency room a decade ago due to ingesting garbanzo beans. Thus, I suffer from what is known in psychology as the Garcia Effect. I am not going to go into what that is here.
Despite my grand distaste, I mistakenly bought a premade chicken stew dish that had garbanzo beans. I normally scan the ingredients on all my food items as I do have a severe shellfish allergy and cannot afford to go through anaphylactic shock. But no one can. Somehow the garbanzo beans escaped my diligent scan that apparently wasn’t so diligent. Sigh.
I decided to not discard the whole dish. I felt that I could take out all the offending beans. And so I started spooning them out. But I soon got tired of such spoon action as it seemed to be a neverending endeavor. More and more garbanzos beans appeared. It seemed like they would never stop “showing up”.
I couldn’t help but think how this was similar to some aspects of day-to-day life. By this I mean, sometimes you think you have spooned out all the undesirables in your life and yet they keep being part of your life. Annoying, toxic people just need to go away. I don’t want to keep finding garbanzo beans in my stew. And, I don’t want to keep dealing with people who ruin a moment or two or a stew here or there.
Eventually I spooned out all the garbanzo beans, but I was exhausted by that point. And no longer looked forward to the stew.