Since today is about remembering (but not like the more important days of not forgetting), I thought it would be appropriate to talk about the fabled bag of chickpea flour today.
A few months ago, a colleague told me about a bag of chickpea flour she had in her pantry. Her daughter had bought it to prepare a dish – apparently it was a one-time thing. I gladly offered to take it off her hands.
About a month later, she announced that the flour had made it from the pantry to the hallway, and would eventually make it to work. A few weeks later, I suggested blocking the front door with the flour so she won't be able to leave home without picking it up.
Shortly after, the flour arrived.
The next question was "what to do with it?" It wasn't until then that it dawned on me that chickpea flour is gluten-free. I immediately thought of my brother and sister-in-law of
Gluten Free Edmonton and cobbled together a recipe for a cast-iron pizza with tomatoes and onions that's fried and then broiled.