Boot and what now?

Boot and Shoe Service (duh).  No, it is not a cobblers or a place to find really cool antique cowboy boots that John Wayne wore in some Western movie eight thousand years ago (that's about how old he is, right?).  It is the sister restaurant to Pizzaiolo that serves appetizers, salads, and pizza and yes, has a weird name.

My friend Jeffrey is one of the chefs there and at risk of sounding like a preteen who just received some juicy gossip she just HAS to pass on to her bffs via text, OMG. This place knocked my socks off, and I wasn't even wearing any.

Hummus Shmummus!

After making such a splendid batch of pesto it seemed like a royal shame to have it sit alone in the fridge without a playmate. Being the generous and obliging soul I am, I decided that hummus would be a fitting companion. So I went to work.  And do you know what I discovered?  Do you know what hit me over the head like a drunken polar bear as I licked my greedy little fingers clean of chick-pea delight? This simple beast is not so simple. It's a real JERK sometimes.

I can never seem to imitate it, and that scares me.

What do they put in that stuff? Sabra, Trader Joe's, whoever-- I am at a major loss here, people.  I want it so bad and it's supposed to be easy enough for a blind chipmunk to make, but it never seems to taste as good as the store-bought.  I liked mine just fine and it was amazing with the pesto, folded up in a wrap with some spinach. But it lacked that thing. That missing link.  Find it I shall!

In case you want my recipe (why wouldn't you after the above delivery of its merits) here you GO!