I don't know why I'm proud to say that it took me three hours to come up with some sort of vegetarian "meatloaf" -- one of the simplest and laziest omnivorous dishes known to housewivery (or househusbandry). Roswell and I celebrated the successful invention of this by listening to "Dead Ringer" over and over while we were working on the recipie. Poor Rozzerino ate so many chickpeas during it's construction that when it was finished, she didn't really give a ding about lumbering over to the table to even sniff it.
I couldn't decide between that image
I was very pleased with the glaze on top. You can't see it in any of these photos, but trust me, it looks great and it tastes great.
We are now watching "JAWS" with les subtitle en francais and Rozz is laying on the floor going "sweet barking cheese. chickpeas. so good. so filling." I'm eating Roswell loaf. Which is not nearly as gross as it sounds.