Monday night, my dinner situation was a mess. Let me start off by saying that my commute home was what started the domino that affected my night. My 30 minute commute took me an hour and 15 minutes. I was stuck in traffic with people who don’t know how to drive and thought they could get around the traffic and weasel themselves in front of me. I was practically at a standstill. Perfect. Just how I wanted to spend my Monday night. When I got to the source, there was no source. It was an obvious case of stupidity and inability to merge in high-traffic zones – whoever started this was obviously from out of town and had no experience whatsoever driving in and out of the city. Tourist season is over – or so I thought.

After using colorful words, shaking my head and waving my hands around in frustration of the subpar drivers around me, I finally made it home. My frustrations were not easily subsided.

I had been thinking about my baked chicken and Tuscan beans and couldn’t wait to have them for dinner. I started all the prep, put the chickens in the oven, started the mix for the beans and began sautéing the garlic. Then I went to get my white beans. They were nowhere to be found. I looked everywhere – I don’t have a large kitchen or a large pantry for that matter. I even got other family members involved searching the top shelves. Then came the questions, “Are you sure you bought them?” Am I sure I bought them?! Of course I did! I remember spending almost 15 minutes in the beans aisle searching for them and was so excited when I found them. They had to be here somewhere. We spent 20 minutes searching and nothing turned up. I was starting to think I was going crazy.

[Update: I found the white beans. They were sitting next to the other cans of beans.]

I gave up, and subbed the white beans for chickpeas and then heated the whole thing up and ended up with a completely different dish. At least the chicken turned out.

Skillet Chickpeas

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