As promised, the recipe for homemade hummus, stolen from the MIT Hummus Experience workshop. As it so happens, I’m wearing at this very moment one of their Hummus Junkie t-shirts. I’ve never been prouder of my wardrobe.
1 can (15 oz) chick peas
2-4 tablespoon tahini
1.25 fl oz lemon juice (1 lemon)
1 clove fresh garlic
cumin, salt and zhug* to taste
olive oil for garnish.
Blend chickpeas w/ some of the canned liquid. Peel and add garlic, re-blend. In a mixing bowl add the tahini and mix manually. Lastly, add the lemon juice (some kind of funky chemical thing will happen here and it’s important not to mix the lemon and tahini until the latter is suspended in the chickpea mix). Lastly add cumin, salt & zhug then cover with a bit of olive oil.
*Zhug here (pronounced, roughly, skl-oog) is a Yemini pepper sauce made from garlic (2 heads), cayenne peppers (5 big un’s, de-seeded), cardamon (1/2 teaspoon ground), caraway (3 teaspoons), coriander (a big bunch), a pinch of salt and black pepper (2 teaspoons).
Some more information on their taste-off event today since it’s behind a facebook firewall of doom.
January 28 • 12 – 2 pm
MIT • Building 10, Bush Room, Cambridge MA
Vote for the best home-made hummus at MIT. Help choose the best hummus at MIT’s annual “made from scratch” hummus taste-off! Be dazzled by the variations in flavor and texture. This year’s Taste Off features Hummus ice cream made exclusively by J.P. Licks, live Israeli music, free “Hummus Junkie” t-shirts, and free hummus tubs!
A few photos from Waterville. Short narrative version: I suck at the snowboarding thing, but still it’s fun. The only bad part (other than the soft tissue damage from the repeated wipeouts) was that nobody wanted to play scrabble. Next time.
In the spirit of snackreligious, milkshakes for MLK day. Also present, handmade homemade truffles, both with standard and surprise flavored ganache. Resolution #6 from way back when (ummm yesterday) already having a hard time being heard above the din.
With just under 50 weeks left in the year, I finally get around to resolutions.
1) Run 1000 miles in 2010. That’s 20 miles a week from here on out.
2) Run at least one marathon, and one half.
3) Learn to use external lighting. Buy a secondary light source.
4) Acquire a wide angle lens.
5) Turn my 365 into a 730.
6) Eat better. Embrace my inner Michael Pollan.
7) Run the Ragnar.
8) Make Foss Fest 2010 a financial success.
9) Make Jingle Blast III bigger, better somehow.
10) Finish off everything from last year that got left undone. Specifically discrete objectives 5 through 8. And re-embrace all the vague unmeasurable notions.
It’s on. The Somerville Arts Council (in their infinite wisdom) has decided to fund Foss Fest 2010. We don’t have a date set yet so best to just keep the whole summer open.
It’s a fatalistic mindset, that we have standing reasons to dislike Mondays this time of year, with it’s associated promise of early darkness and unfulfilled obligations. But tonight has improved somewhat upon receipt of a random email from Amazon saying there was a $5 mp3 credit waiting for me. I don’t know why they send me these, some money losing promotion straight outta 1999, but I’ve gotten a few of these recently, thanks Bezos! Coincidentally they’ve got a stack of $5 albums to sort through. Sifting through the chaff there, I found & bought Steve Earle’s album Jerusalem. This is my second Earle album in as many months (the other being the slightly superior Train a Comin’), and one I had been thinking of getting ever since a track of his – John Walker’s Blues – ended up on mixcorp album last year. I’m not going to fake up any sort of coherent album review or anything, it’s just what I’m feeling, where this house is at right now. Recommended.
Over the weekend I wanted to try something special so I made a gooseberry dessert. For many in my family gooseberries hold a somewhat peculiar place of honor, being held (in the context of pies) to esteem above all other fruits. It’s difficult to purchase gooseberries here in the northeast, an irritation related to either low supply or demand. I’ve never really met other people who have actively liked gooseberries and most people I mention them to have never even tried them. So anyway after looking at a stupid high number of grocery stores I ended up borrowing a can with a promise to pay the loaner back two-fold after I get around to ordering my own.
So anyway, in brief, my gooseberry tart thing recipe (hashed out with help of my mom & internet strangers).
1) Mix a can of gooseberries, two thirds cup sugar and three tablespoons of flour together, bring a gentle boil. Let that cool. It will set up into a liquidy gel.
2) Make a top/bottom pie crust recipe. Instead of balling in two, make 8 to 12 smaller balls.
3) Mix an 8oz cream cheese (softened) w/ three tablespoons of sugar.
4) Flatten small balls (optionally, with your newly purchased and totally bitchin’ rolling pin), smush a tablespoon or two of cream cheese in the center and cover with a similar amount of the cooled gooseberries.
5) Crimp those bad boys shut and trim excess. We’ll have to pretend like I did this part of the recipe correctly.
6) Bake at 400 for 10-14 minutes.
My not-very-objective opinion is these tasted pretty decent but didn’t turn out to be terribly attractive. I think had I baked them in a mini-cupcake cooking sheet instead of on a flat pan it might have kept the three dimensionality I imagined when I started the project. Next time.
I admit I fell asleep when the Longhorns were within three and woke up sometime in the middle of the late news. So it’s too bad that Alabama won but congrats to UT for at least making it to the big time again a short four years after winning it all. Despite who I was cheering for my favorite part of the game was the interception of Garrett Gilbert by Javier Arenas. Gilbert-Arenas? Get yer guns.
Anyway, at least your morbidly obese coach didn’t get fired for trying to shake terrified players until all the imaginary hidden pop-tarts fell from their pockets.
We’re not entirely opposed to last minute walk-ins showing up for the Jingle Blast 2.0 tomorrow morning, 9am, starting in the North End, considering as how we currently have more customized hats than confirmed entries. For the unfamiliar the Jingle Blast is a highly competitive, blazing fast sprint to the death along the Boston Harbor. Winner gets to push the baby carriage next year while the loser goes in the drink. Leave a note if you need directions.
UPDATE: Wow it’s snowing pretty hard out there. A proposal has been made to substitute jingle bagels for the jingle blast. Ummm…