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