A few weeks ago my friend, Susan, told me about a new restaurant she had recently found and loved. Never one to pass up great food that I don’t have to cook, I asked for details about the restaurant. She said the food was Mediterranean…
She gave more details, but I pretty much quit listening when I heard “Mediterranean”. This is not because I have anything against Mediterranean people or their food, it just wasn’t something I had ever tried before and I don’t try new things. It’s like a law of physics except it’s not.
Well, Susan is sneaky and invited me to lunch. Unfortunately, I said yes before I asked her where we were going. Turns out she wanted “Mediterranean”, and that’s where were headed. I’m not going to lie. I prayed her car would break down in front of a McDonald’s, it’s true.
Her car did not break down, and before I knew it we were sitting in a quaint little restaurant with really cool music. I comforted myself with the knowledge that there is not a single restaurant in Nashville, TN that does not serve chicken tenders and fries and that I could just order that. I would be ok.
Yeah, this restaurant (if you could really call it that) didn’t have chicken tenders. Or fries. I wondered if it would be rude to just drink water. I didn’t have the heart to do that, so I ordered what Susan ordered. I reasoned that we shared the same birthday so we would possibly have the same tastebuds, too.
Before our meal came the waiter brought out the Mediterranean equivalent to rolls and butter, pita bread and hummus. Umm, hummus? Isn’t that a bird?
Susan dug right in, so I decided to try a little. A very tiny, little, itty bitty bite.
And my world changed right then and there.
The heavens opened up and I realized that I did not truly know God or His goodness until that very moment. The moment that I first tasted hummus.
Hummus is, in a word, amazing. After my lunch date I went straight to Kroger’s to get my very own hummus and pita bread so that I could eat it whenever I wanted to. I have also recently learned that you can put hummus on more than just pita bread. So, I don’t even call what I do at the grocery store shopping anymore. No, I call my trips to Kroger’s ‘hunting’. Hunting for things to put hummus on. Because I love it that much.
As of today I’ve put Hummus (it’s going to be capitalized from now on because it deserves the respect of a proper noun) on pita bread, bagel chip-things, a banana, and these thin mini bread slices. I’m just kidding about the banana.
What food do you love? Would you put Hummus on it? What do you put Hummus on? If the only thing you were ever served was Hummus and bread would you consider that a “problem”? Mark says yes.
And thank you, Susan, for introducing me to the love of my life.