I ♥ Hummus
I finally got me some tasty hummus today. I had been craving the stuff ever since I came back from Israel. My first exprience with hummus was back when I was in middle school. For one of my classes I needed to bring an international dish to school. I couldn't think of anything to bring and it was getting close to deadline.
Well at about 8 pm the night before my dish was due my brother Joe comes to the house and suggests hummus. I had never heard of hummus but I was desperate for a solution to my problem. So we went down to Winn Dixie and roved the eisles looking for hummus. Eventually we came upon some powdered hummus and I snatched it up.
When we got home Joe helped me make the hummus. When the dish was finished I looked at the light brown mixture with a big of curiousity. In short, it didn't exactly look apitizing. With wheat thin in had I made my first tenative dip into the strange new food.
The first thing I noticed was the unusual texture as the hummus hit my tounge. As with all new foods I chewed slowly, as to give myself the chance to take in the taste of the food at a reasonable pace. By doing this I give myself an exit window so if I don't like what I was eating I can spit it out. After finishing the cracker without any gagging, puking or dying, I knew I had found a favorite new food.
The next day I brought my hummus dish to school. Not only was my dish unique, but it was also well recieved. Many of the students who tried the dish were just as wary and cautious as I was about the new food, but after taking the first inquisitive step into the land of hummus and crackers they almost all loved it.
After my first exprience with hummus I'm sorry to say that I never made the stuff again. I mean sure, I had hummus again, at a couple parties and social gatherings, but that was at most, maybe once a year. For the most part though, hummus was never again a part of my life...that was, of course, until Israel.
Going to Israel and eating hummus at almost every meal, even the inflight meals, made me love hummus all over again. The stuff tasted even more incredible that I had remembered. After coming back to the U.S. I vowed to eat hummus again, but I didn't have time to really think about it until after I had settled into Camp Lejeune.
Well know that I have my hummus I'm ready to revisit my memories of Israel and work on my Birthright Israel documentary project. Mmmmm...Hummus.
In other news I got a Graphire 3 Wacom Tablet. It's awesome.
Peace,
Dave
Well at about 8 pm the night before my dish was due my brother Joe comes to the house and suggests hummus. I had never heard of hummus but I was desperate for a solution to my problem. So we went down to Winn Dixie and roved the eisles looking for hummus. Eventually we came upon some powdered hummus and I snatched it up.
When we got home Joe helped me make the hummus. When the dish was finished I looked at the light brown mixture with a big of curiousity. In short, it didn't exactly look apitizing. With wheat thin in had I made my first tenative dip into the strange new food.
The first thing I noticed was the unusual texture as the hummus hit my tounge. As with all new foods I chewed slowly, as to give myself the chance to take in the taste of the food at a reasonable pace. By doing this I give myself an exit window so if I don't like what I was eating I can spit it out. After finishing the cracker without any gagging, puking or dying, I knew I had found a favorite new food.
The next day I brought my hummus dish to school. Not only was my dish unique, but it was also well recieved. Many of the students who tried the dish were just as wary and cautious as I was about the new food, but after taking the first inquisitive step into the land of hummus and crackers they almost all loved it.
After my first exprience with hummus I'm sorry to say that I never made the stuff again. I mean sure, I had hummus again, at a couple parties and social gatherings, but that was at most, maybe once a year. For the most part though, hummus was never again a part of my life...that was, of course, until Israel.
Going to Israel and eating hummus at almost every meal, even the inflight meals, made me love hummus all over again. The stuff tasted even more incredible that I had remembered. After coming back to the U.S. I vowed to eat hummus again, but I didn't have time to really think about it until after I had settled into Camp Lejeune.
Well know that I have my hummus I'm ready to revisit my memories of Israel and work on my Birthright Israel documentary project. Mmmmm...Hummus.
In other news I got a Graphire 3 Wacom Tablet. It's awesome.
Peace,
Dave
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