I suppose if I’m going to compulsively snack on something, it might as well be soybeans.
About a quarter of the way through the pile I defrosted I heard a little voice saying, okay, that’s enough. No more edamame for you. But I kept eating them. In fact, I ate them long past that voice, completely unwilling to stop. Or at least unwilling to take them back to the fridge, all the while my mountain of empty pods grew higher. And higher. And started to spill over the edge of the table. And then I stopped myself, appalled, and put them all away.