As previously promised… the story of hummus. Well… my story of hummus anyway. And really, to be perfectly clear, not so much a story about hummus as it is a story about how we choose to live our lives and what we choose to focus our time and energy on. But to say it is a story about hummus certainly makes it seem way more interesting, so let me begin backwards.
Yesterday, I made hummus. It is a rather common ritual in my life. As a Joyous Vegan, hummus is one of my favorite go-to protein snacks. As I was making it, I started laughing to myself, thinking of how many people would think I am totally crazy if they knew how I make hummus. And then I thought to myself, “There is such a good story to my craziness in this instance, that I think I must share.”
And so, here I am, sharing. I imagine by now, more than one of you are wondering what in the world I do in the making of hummus that is so very crazy. Ready? Drum roll please…
I peel my chickpeas after I cook them.
Yes, I do. I peel each and every single chickpea. Each. And. Every. One.
Why? You might ask? Other than the fact that I must be clearly loose in the marbles department. Because it makes for the most deliciously smooth and creamy hummus imaginable. And because I find the process wonderfully meditative. And because I absolutely love putting loving mindfulness into the food I make. That is why.
And this leads us even further backwards to a month or so ago where I was sitting at a bar at a restaurant near my home. This particular restaurant is mostly bar actually, only a few scattered tables on the beach, so most of the seating is around a bar. It is not just a bar as in a place to drink alcohol only, but rather, it is the style of sitting. It is a gathering place that draws some incredibly interesting people from all over the world and conversations often strike up amongst strangers.
And this particular day was no exception as a group of us began talking. And somehow we were talking about one of my favorite things… food. I forget exactly how the conversation came up, but I think it had something to do with someone mentioning something I had cooked and shared with them recently and how much everyone liked it. And then somehow, I was sharing about all these delicious meals I had been making lately. I get VERY animated when talking about anything I am passionate about, and I remember just being so happy as I was listing off the various things I had made and how I make them all Joyously Vegan. Flour and gluten-free lasagna with zucchini noodles, sun-dried tomato pesto and cashew almond ricotta. Chipotle and caramelized garlic hummus (yes, I know, hummus ; ), chocolate cake with caramelized pecans and fresh grated coconut from coconuts I hand-husked and hand-grated, etc…
People around me were saying things like, “Mmmmmm…” “Yum” and “That sounds incredible!”
Everyone except one woman…
But you will have to wait until tomorrow for that part of the story. In my new commitment to writing every day, I realize that before I felt like I couldn’t post anything unless it was really “meaningful” and some version of what I judged was good enough to post. Now, it is about just making sure to post each day, which also has to include making it sustainable for myself or else I will do really great for a bit, but then burn out.
So, that is part 2 of the The Hummus Chronicles, and I promise there is a tie in between the fact that I am crazy woman who peels every single chickpea before blending my hummus and the story of hanging out a bar. Tune in tomorrow for the rest of the story.
And in the meantime, consider looking into your life to see if there is somewhere that you could bring a sense of the special into the mundane (maybe peeling chickpeas isn’t for you, but the possibilities are limitless ; )
Love and Laughter,