today... and hummus recipe

Today has been a day of:

brewing coffee

washing dishes

drinking coffee

ironing

reading blogs

not making lunch and leaving them to fend for themselves for a hodge-podge lunch

cleaning the kitchen

eating garlic naan bread from Trader Joe's (ohmagosh that's the best naan I've tasted so far)

drinking water for hydration purposes

and 

thinking of painting, and enjoying the air-conditioned conditions of the house I live in.

I don't live outside, like my siblings do.

;)

Oh, yes. 

Add eating watermelon to that list.

No one looks even half as cute as Reese when they get messy. No one. The children Anna nannies:)

What a Mary Poppins. Y'know...the umbrella. 

I hear screams outside, the children and siblings cheering for Ben or Caleb, who are riding the dirt bike. It looks something like this. Don't know if this is the right one, but it'll do.

Yes, it makes noise. The boys fixed it up. They've got them some brains. The type I don't have. Heh heh.

The other day. ^ Thank you for the coffeemaker, M family! ;)

Oh, here. I made hummus yesterday for lunch --we eat it with various things. Chips. Slices of pepper. Pita bread. Veggies of all sorts.

 [Top right: Making coffee in a coffeemaker for the first time in....a while:) Quite exciting. hehe. Bottom left: Anna made Tia's berry cobbler the other night, and it went over pretty darn well;)]

Garbanzo beans, aka chickpeas, are the main ingredient, if you didn't know.

We like putting the chili garlic paste in as a good little kick.

So...

Two of those cans right there --you only want the juice of one can.

A tablespoon or two of olive oil.

1/2 a teaspoon of the chili paste if you're shy or 2 teaspoons if you're not. You don't have to put that part in. You can use a different seasoning if you really want.

Then, a teaspoon, more or less, of salt.

A squeeze of lemon juice if you want. 

Blend that stuff up until it's smooth, or leave it with a bit of texture, and it's ready to dip into.

Have a lovely Friday night:) 

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, 

and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

[St. Augustine]