Word: hummus
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...This is a fiesta I've been tracking all day--no way would I miss my own House happy hour. The gig is just one floor upstairs, a simple journey for myself and Tad. A few eclectic Winthropians munch on hummus and pita in a corner. The center of attention is a set of pictures from a previous party that featured a great deal more nudity than is evident tonight. My luck is beginning to wane. Fortunately, I find a Deep Springs College transfer named Zach. I chat about life on the farm, sharing the stories of my Kentucky roots...
...keeping his focus even as C'est Bon gets bigger, with the University giving it prime retail space in classroom buildings, and patrons lining up at its four Square locations (two in Harvard buildings) for sesame cookies or hummus...
...usual, the Middle East promises two good shows, Downstairs, the Burning Airlines are playing and upstairs Arab on Radar will entertain while you feast on hummus and its related foodstuffs. The Middle East, 472/480 Mass. Ave. 864-EAST...
...which I also hate. They are also a pale, waxy sort of color, one that I do not feel contributes to salad bar spirit. But garbanzo beans are virtually inescapable. Not only do they occupy their own black plastic bucket, but they also figure prominently in such dishes as hummus and pasta salad. Every time I pass the salad bar, I am bombarded with garbanzo beans. It's gotten so that it interferes with my academic schedule. I can't eat or sleep anymore. I'm just haunted by the notion that someone, somewhere, is enjoying something I hate...
...which I also hate. They are also a pale, waxy sort of color, one that I do not feel contributes to salad bar spirit. But garbanzo beans are virtually inescapable. Not only do they occupy their own black plastic bucket, but they also figure prominently in such dishes as hummus and pasta salad. Every time I pass the salad bar, I am bombarded with garbanzo beans. It's gotten so that it interferes with my academic schedule. I can't eat or sleep anymore. I'm just haunted by the notion that someone, somewhere, is enjoying something I hate...