I’m hungry, I’m at the Mews, I decide to go next door to Java Joes, a coffee shop, to get some hummus and pita. I order it, get it to-go.
You know, when you order hummus and pita to-go, there’s always that moment, right before you open the styrofoam container, that you hold your breath with trepidation. Will the ratio be right? And it NEVER IS. Always not enough bread, or not enough hummus. You’d think they’d perfect it after awhile. You know what? I’m gonna eat this elegant dish, and then at the end of it, see what’s left. And then when I make it for somebody in the future, I’m gonna add more bread…or more hummus.
You look at it, after you open it, and you contemplate what the best way to eat it is gonna be. Ok, gotta put a shit-ton of hummus on the small, triangular slices, cause I got a huge ball of hummus the size of a major-league baseball to plow through.
I “finish” my meal, and there you go, not enough pita. I think about going back to complain. I NEED MORE FRICKIN PITA!!! But I decide, to just shove it in the fridge for later.
And it will sit in said fridge, for 2 weeks, 5 days, and 2 hours, until I get around to throwing it away.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.