At the time when I was a cook, one Sunday while a vigil was taking place, I took chickpeas from the pot to cook them.
I soaked them and at the time of matins I put them in the cauldron to boil. I boiled them for three hours. After expending two loads of wood those blessed (or better to say excommunicated) chickpeas, instead of softening became more hardened.
You cannot imagine my grief. The fathers who were staying up all night, were they to remain without food?