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you’ll like them mom was always cooking things, eating the strangest things, and trying to convince us to try them. just because she likes hot peppers or pickled beets or pigs’ feet or oysters doesn’t mean we do. so once mom cooked some garbanzo beans, wanted me to try them. “you’ll like them, they’re low in fat.” no, thank you, mom, i’m not hungry. “but they taste just like peanuts.” no, thanks, mom, i’m really not hungry. “they taste just like peanuts.” sandy and i start a conversation. “just like peanuts,” we hear her say again from the kitchen. i start to laugh. she’s still in there, trying to convince me to eat these things, and she just keeps repeating that they taste just like peanuts, in that cute little high-pitched squeak of hers. “just like peanuts.” “do they taste just like peanuts?” i asked. they were soft and mushy. nothing like peanuts. nothing at all. U.S. Government Copyright Chicago Poet Janet Kuypers on all art and all writings on this site completed before 6/6/04. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.