Maternity suit?

They've been drilling it into our heads for years: Necessity is the Mother of invention.  Ladies and jellybeans, I respectfully disagree.  The mother of invention, without any question, is Laziness.  Take today's lunch, for example.  I woke up yesterday with a yen for falafel.  (Not unusual.  I'm a bit of a chickpea fiend.) Being the domestic goddess that you know I am, I soaked a bag of chickpeas.  I boiled them up, seasoned the cooked beans with a generous hand, and stuck my immersion blender right into the pot and pulverized every last one.  Since I was having a Domestic Goddess-y kind of day to begin with, I was also making calzones for the kidlets' lunch.  Which meant I had a bowl of homemade pizza dough at the ready. (Can you see where I'm going with this one?)  Fusion cooking at its humblest: the Falafel Calzone.  It was heavenly, I tell you, and it neatly bypassed the dreaded Shape-and-Fry step of falafel production.  It also left me with a half a pot of unused falafel batter, which I stuck in the fridge and vowed to rescue in the morning, when I'd no doubt be feeling more amenable to the Shape-and-Fry.  Alas, this morning dawned clear, crisp, and appointment-laden.  Having weathered the tempest of the dentist's chair with five of my brood, I opened the refrigerator door upon our return searching for something quick, tasty, and easily chewed.  And that's where Chickpea Pot Pie was born---not of necessity, but of something purer, deeper: a mother's laziness.  Chickpea mixture on the bottom, mashed potatoes on the top.  Hot, crazy-delicious, and nutritious to boot, and no shaping and frying in sight.