Money is really tight right now so, a few days ago, I decided to use up some old chickpeas that had been languishing in a jar on the kitchen shelf for months.
I put them in a flat dish and soaked them and drained them them until they sprouted a tiny bit. Then I cooked a few in a stew and put the uncooked ones away in the fridge.
Last night I made another chickpea stew. I added tomatoes and herbs and ladled it over a baked potato then settled down with my big fluffy cat to watch a film. Lovely hot potato, herby tomato sauce, fluffy cat and a decent film; what could go wrong?
I'd used the uncooked ones from the fridge. I had two mouthfuls before I realised they were nearly raw.
The fact that I'm still alive this morning shows that slightly sprouted raw chickpeas are not poisonous. Which is good because I haven't finished editing my book yet, and had I died due to poisonous pulses, my co-writer would have had a lot of work to do, and of course would have gained all the glory once the film rights to our book were announced!