Chickpea: We’ve got to stop meeting like this.
Quinoa: Why, when we fit together so beautifully, your Rubenesque form nestled in my bed of tiny spheres and tendrils…
Chickpea: Stop it, you’re making me blush. Or is that the smoked paprika? Whatever. It was good while it lasted, but I want to see other grains. Real grains, not some little pseudocereal. Someone big and meaty, like Farro.
Quinoa: Farro! He’s not even gluten-free! Go ahead, give him a whirl, but you’ll be back. The smaller the package, the bigger the gift.
Chickpea: Uh, yeah, right.
And so it was that Quinoa and Chickpea decided to give their relationship a break, but not before one last roll in the, er, bowl:
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