Dec 14, 2024

The year is 2054. A DOZEN GREAT-GRANDCHILDREN, wearing grass-stained polo gear, enter a sitting room with a roaring fireplace.

Child: Papa! We’re all exhausted from horsie-ball, tell us The Story

Me [chuckling with false modesty]: oh you can’t possibly want to hear that old saw again

Other Child: No please! We love it

Me: Well, it was a bleak December, and I had a bad head cold, and yet I also craved a mezze dip. Little did I know that I was about to unlock my fortune.

Evangeline, age 11 [staring into the middle distance]: and that was how Pipin’ Hot Hummus came to be. amazing


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