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Fifty Two Brekkies: 12 January 2013

So along with 52Blogs, Ive also put my hand up to take part in Fifty Two Brekkies this year. You can find out all about Fifty Two Brekkies over here and if you want to join in I believe you are still able to do so. The basic premise is that a variety of bloggers eat breakfast on a Saturday and then blog about it. There's no minimum word count and it can be a breakfast you cooked yourself, one someone else cooked for you, or one you had while you were out and about being fabulous. I for one intend to eat and blog about several breakfasts from my favourite place to eat, The Precinct in Victoria Park (WA)! There will be plenty of homecooked breakfasts as well though.

However due to my occasionally stereotypical ADHD nature I wasn't paying enough attention and missed the part where I was supposed to start TODAY! Silly me! I didn't have a "proper" breakfast this morning but the first thing I ate was roasted chickpeas. They are my new favourite thing and so very easy to make.



Ingredients

  • Can(s) of chickpeas. (Depending how many of you there are or how hungry you feel, I usually do one or two) 
  • Olive Oil
  • Seasoning of your choice (I've done garlic salt and chicken salt so far but am keen to experiment with some other flavours like chilli or Peri Peri or maybe some Mexican spices)

Instructions

  1. Pre-heat the oven as hot as it goes
  2. Put all the ingredients in a roasting pan and swish them around to make sure the chickpeas are properly coated
  3. Cook until they are the desired cookedness (I like mine quite crunchy so I so about 30 minutes, if you like your food slightly less crunchy 20 should do it)
  4. Shake the pan halfway through cooking
  5. Eat! I dare you to try and stop once you get started, they are so moreish!

I look forward to sharing some real breakfast with you over the coming months!
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