“Mama, ask me what I’m eating.”
“What are you eating?”
Estate sale and yard sale today. Bought about a third of a collection of the Sweet Pickles books for Bird, some “fancy dance” recital-type outfits, a sweater (for me), a small ceramic coyote* a whole mess of other crap, and a round table and 4 chairs. Which are in desperate need of a paint job and a little sanding but which will fit so much more comfortably in my kitchen than the big rectangle obstacle we currently use. I chose the kitchen set over a super awesome rocking chair, which was the same price and which I will probably always think about, dwelling on how freaking awesome it would look in the living room. And if not freaking awesome, at least freaking okay. Freaking better. All it needed was a simple cushion recover. Damn.
And really, the table will be very, very nice for us. I promise pictures.
* Bird says “cahita”
I have decided to think of the last week as a small vacation, where I was not productive anywhere in my work or home life, where I ate a lot of bullshit and used the “old shoes” excuse to keep my feet off the pavement. Well, welcome home! And still not getting new shoes! Bought ceramic wildlife and sequined leotards instead! Put down the baguette and run anyway!
Big dog ate 1/2 a can of chickpeas last night, right off the table when nobody was looking. And let me just say that whatever a bean overload can do for you, it can also do for your dog. Loudly.
So, the hummus. Here’s the recipe I used. Like the author, I found it to be over-olivey compared to the Bobbi’s (because you know I went out and got a tub to do a side-by-side taste test). Next time I’ll use a little less water and probably Safflower oil in place of the olive oil. (this time I used 2T olive oil and 4T canola). And I used pre-minced garlic instead of crushing a clove because I didn’t have any intact garlic handy. So that probably would have made a difference. But all in all, damn close. And if I hadn’t gone all perfectionist on this project, I could have fooled myself into believing it’s exactly the same. Considering that making it at home costs about $1.50, it’s close enough.