Hummus
 

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looks nasty, but I like it.

hummus is yummy. There's a Lebanese place near here that makes the best hummus I've ever had. Very smooth and creamy and an amazing taste.

Three pepper spice hummus is the best, on triskets.

I agree with Merc! Wheat thins, too.

We make our own hummus at our place.

Very yummy. :) And incredibly healthy as a snack on toast or low salt/fat crackers.

Very wise. I've been in a Brisbane kebab shop whose menu indcates that you can have "humus" on your food.


Tasty!

I make my own too.
And falafel (oven baked not fried).

In fact I bought chickpeas when I moved in, in order to make these two favourites... They're still in the cupboard two months later. I'm just not in a chickpea state of mind.

I go through an occasional hummus phase (over here it's more usually spelled humous, but both are current).

*laughs* I remember when you could only buy humous in little deli shops down in immigrant communities. There was a Polish shop near us that sold everything from everywhere. Which was handy...because otherwise I wouldn't have had tinned lychees for dessert on Sundays. Couldn't get garamasala or ghee anywhere but those little deli shops.

1970s Bolton was not a culinary adventure in the main... mind you, the whole country was very, very different back then. Olive Oil was not something for cooking with...it was something bought at a chemist (pharmacy), packged under British Pharmaceuticals(BP); in little bottles. Totally pure. Generally sold for use in baths, or for pouring warmed into the ear to combat ear ache (now the one thing they tell you not to do).

Hey Sundae, you ever had roasted, spiced chick peas? My dad used to roast them when I was a kid. He'd dry roast them in a large, deep bottomed frying pan, with a mix of spices (paprika or cayenne featured heavily). The whole house would fill with the smell of roasted spice. Beautiful. I used to love sitting in the kitchen watching him do that. And the sound of crackling, sizzling and popping. Dad shaking the pan to create a flurry of sounds and smells. Tasted wonderful too. Really crisped and crunchy.


[eta] that just sent me on a few moments reverie. Haven't thought about those memories for a while. Dad was brilliant for stuff like that. When he talked through what he was doing, he pronounced all the spice names with a slight hindi flick, and it would inevitably lead into tales of his childhood in India. God I've missed that. He can't stand long enough to cook now. His appetite is so low, he couldn't eat it anyway. Shit. All of a sudden I'm fighting tears. No that's a lie. I'm not fighting them at all.

I love the stuff, haven't had the courage for the do it yourself version, but the possibility may present itself ...

I love the Tribe of Two Sheiks brand (which has recently been renamed just "Tribe," I suspect CAIR was involved), which has a delightful Twelve Spice version. No idea what the twelve spices are, but they range from subtle to exotic to slightly hot.

Hummus is the best food on earth aside from a nice chickpea curry. Some warm, fresh pita or naan and something chickpea based makes me a happy man.

We do our own hummus as. It isn't difficult.

Pete makes a high protein pumpkin tort with chickpeas if you want to get them off your shelf.

I've not went the hummas way yet. Are mashed spiced garbanzo beans really that good?

If I were to try them which flavor?

Classic is best. Maybe a little garlic or paprika. Simple is best. Add too much stuff and you turn it into some bastardized Dorito-like shit.

The classic hummus ingredients are:

• Chick peas, 1 15oz can, drained
• Olive oil, 1/4-1/2 cup
• Tahini (sesame paste), 2 Tbsp or to taste
• Garlic, 1 small clove
• Salt, to taste
• Juice of 1/2 lemon

That's it. Combine in a food processor, blend till ultra-smooth. Start with 1/4 c olive oil, and drizzle in more as necessary to achieve the right consistency.

(Additions like spices or peppers can be nice, but resist the temptation at the beginning, till you know what you like.)

Another example of me not understanding Griff's life.