I am not a poet, but on this special day one of my favorite foods needs a poem.
Please indulge me…if not in it 🙂
O hummus, you savory golden mush of chickpea and spice,
You are rooted in the place you were born, yet many cultures now claim you.
Garlic, roasted red pepper, artichoke or Kalamata olive sprinkled with pine nuts
We dip you, spread you, and lick you from a spoon.
Though pita caught you first, vegetables vie for your slather.
And salad leaves long for your touch of oil and tahini.
For me, my morning is happiest when with bagel and hummus, I begin the day.