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.