Sometimes you are so used to something that you forget how others might see it.
I made hummus today. And a few stray chickpeas managed to escape my food processor.
“Mom, what is this?”
“A chickpea,” I said, as I added some cumin, cayenne, and garlic.
“A chickpea,” I said again, a little exasperated since I was busy. “It’s also called a garbanzo bean.”
“Mom, let’s just stick with garbanzo bean. Chick pee just sounds disgusting.”
I frowned, until suddenly, I burst out laughing and couldn’t stop. And now, I can never call a garbanzo bean a chickpea again.