Chickpea Nostalgia

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My wife, who just made me some hot boiled chickpeas, got tired of my nostalgia and demanded that I write.

I grew up in Brooklyn — Bed Stuy, Bushwick, Williamsburg — in the ’30s and remember, during the winter years, usually a little Jewish man pushing a tin cart, with some coals, heating it, and selling “boiled chickpeas” in a small brown bag for a penny.

Does anyone have these memories left?

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