#hummus my beloved

[budutinahrobnositmandarinky]

já sice často z legrace říkám, že nejím nic jinýho, než hummus, ale já ho vážně zkonzumuju průměrně třeba kilo až dvě za týden😭😭

[kittymeiga]

People who disrespect legumes are WEAK (there, I said it)

i love u tzatziki i love u pita i love u olive oil i love u foccacia i love u hummus i love u flat bread

[kansasjustgotgayer]

I cant believe 16yo me wanted to die like they hadn’t even had HUMMUS yet

I chose to live before i even KNEW i was holding on for hummus

[autumnhobbit]

60 CALORIES IN AN ENTIRE CUP???

[parentheticalgirls]

This hot pink bitch was named breakfast

[jockpoetry]

made a batch of salted caramel oatmeal bar cookies, will report about how they came out

[zyrafowe-sny]

I have the most frustrating craving for more of the sandwich I had on Sunday but it is long gone and I cannot hope to recreate it myself at home.

[olsto]

your new pfp says human but i wholeheartedly believed it said hummus until my eyes unblurred

LET ME BE HUMMUS NOW

[budutinahrobnositmandarinky]

na 85% jsem největší konzument sóji & hummusu v okruhu 5 kilometrů

[flugame-mp3]

my Fuckass Landlord is coming tomorrow with like zero warning but luckily my dad is home. and the landlord wouldn't need to talk to me anyway. but he forgets who i am literally every time he comes over. he only ever remembers my brother. so i have to introduce myself and do small talk EVERY TIME. i hate him so very much and i can't bear conversation with him. and he's doing some stupid shit to the kitchen so i won't be able to waltz in there for my 2pm assorted-plate-of-shit breakfast, so i have activated my dads Roadtrip Snack Prepper gene and gathered like half of the kitchen and put it in my room. my spiteful and socially anxious nature prevails over all

[stalinthestripper]

sometimes happiness is a 2 lb tub of hummus

[foldingfittedsheets]

Truly, one of the greatest love language is someone agreeing to eat something atrocious for your benefit.

My first experience with this was in college. My friend Charlie invited me to a jazz club. One would think he’d learned his lesson. I thought nothing of this and agreed to a fun night with a guy friend. We arrived and I saw nothing romantic in the outing.

The menu at the club was very traditional date food- steak, oysters, romancey food. But still, I didn’t catch on. This food didn’t sound like what I wanted. In fact, what I wanted was a hummus plate. Charlie took this turn of events with a slight wince but ordered one for us.

The hummus plate arrived. Sitting politely on the corner of the garlic bomb was a spicy pepper. Laughing, I teasingly dared Charlie to eat it. You see, this kind of rough humor was common among buddies. I thought we were in Buddy Rules. But Charlie was operating under Date Rules; eating the pepper would be a romantic test of his bravery.

He bit the pepper.

His skin was almost as pale as mine and he went bright red instantly, tears stood in his eyes as sweat broke out across his whole body in protest. He barely managed to swallow as he began coughing, his body reflexively trying to spew forth the poison in his mouth.

I was doubled over with laughter and didn’t feel bad until a few days later when Brendan informed me it had been a date. I scoffed initially and only slowly realized Charlie had been intending it as a date. I repented the pepper and promptly dated Brendan in self defense.

Charlies act of romantic heroism went unappreciated but the spirit was there.

Many years later when I’d given up on boys I was dating my beloved wife. Together we took a trip to Taiwan. One of the wonderful things about new places is the food. I still dream about the food in Taiwan. Even the humblest train station cream puff was several orders of magnitude better than any I’ve ever had in the states.

But one place we went was like. Italian food as interpreted by Taiwanese cooks. Some of the combos were as bizarre to me as many Italians probably feel American Italian food is. Specifics escape me, but it felt like I was dreaming some of the menu at the time. At the end we decided to get a chocolate fondue, because why not. We were on vacation.

The liquid chocolate was served with all the things one would normally expect, strawberries, sweets, the usual chocolate accompaniments. And then we saw the tomatoes. Tomatoes and chocolate. We all stared at the tomatoes in horrified fascination.

Now, I hate tomatoes. I can stand a tomato sauce but raw tomatoes and I have nothing to talk about. So I knew that if I tried it I’d find it as repugnant as I’ve always found tomatoes. But I was haunted by the idea that someone who actually liked tomatoes would like tomatoes in chocolate.

My beloved loves tomatoes. And chocolate. I turned the biggest puppy dog eyes on them and begged to know if the combination was actually somehow delicious. My wife insisted that it would be heinous. Still, they speared a tomato sacrifice and coated it in chocolate, for me. For me, they ate it.

It was so wretched that their face collapsed into instant regret. But they didn’t spit it out. They knew I got sick if people spit out half chewed food. So they soldiered on and swallowed the cursed chocolate fruit.

Their devotion utterly delighted me, and even years later I adore that they suffered that tomato to reassure me that indeed, it was bad.

[jay-catsby]

my caloric demand skyrocketed when classes started bc i now walk minimum 4 miles a day and that shit makes you hungry even if you have an efficient gait so i got to splurge on granola and trail mix :D this semester is sponsored by grains and nuts and protein and fat

[gideonnavsenormousbiceps]

this party has red pepper hummus dip we are living deliciously

[librarycards]

I was pretty much never here for the last 2 weeks bc I was traveling for some more book tour stops!!! And eating amazing vegan food!!!! And meeting the snoopy to my miffy @capricornpropaganda !!!

Top left is daikon “scallops” with carmelized onions and maitake mushrooms

Top right is me at pilsen community books (Chicago) with my book sign!!

Middle left is me and my beloved friend / disability studies colleague Helen Rottier at a room of one’s own books (Madison WI)

Middle right is the amazing lunch I had in Detroit with a friend at the gluten free/vegan restaurant Seva. I had smoked tempeh with grilled chickpeas, coconut, green goddess and veggies, and we shared olive hummus w vegan feta and pita chips.

Bottom left is pilsen’s amazing ACAB display in the store!

Bottom right is me and Ashley after eating delicious food and prowling the cute tchotchkes in Chinatown !!

[iceeericeee]

Welcome! Come in, sit down. We're all friends here. There’s pot brownies and weed sandwiches to help you relax. I’m Iceeericeee, but I generally go by Toast, or Cinnamon Buttered Strawberry Toast if you want to use my full name. I am aroace. I’m 19, but I don’t feel it </3. Every once in a while I’ll make my own post, or even a poll if I have a question I’m dying to know the answer to, so look out for those. My pronouns are whichever one suits the gag better (I’m not super hung up on pronouns) and hummus. Fandoms? A decent amount, so I’ll make a list.

Psych (side blog is @thespiritssaidso)

Ghosts CBS (Pete my beloved) (side blog is @petes-neckarrow)

Night at the Museum

g/t (side blog is @tineeericeee)

Marvel (every once in a while) (side blog is @marveeelriceee)

Hermitcraft (also every once in a while, but mostly just Grian and Mumbo Jumbo)

Helluva Boss + Hazbin Hotel (Side Blog is @helluva-hazbean-hotel

Good omens (side blog is @imaziraphalesbookshop)

Percy Jackson (and all of the books that take place in the same universe) (side blog is @peeercyriceee)

A Series of Unfortunate Events (THE BOOKS. NOT THE SHOW.) (once again, every once in a while)

Gravity Falls (it’s been a while tho, so my memory is rusty)

The Iron Giant

The Owl House (it's been a hot sec since i've seen it tho)

Dr. Who (currently watching it for the first time tho so I’m a lil behind)

I also write poetry and short stories every once in a while! I post on here and on AO3 (url is Isolation68). If you want me to write something specific, go ahead and ask (and put a 🖋️ next to it). Just no smut please, it makes me uncomfortable. Whether I answer it or not depends on how much your ask inspires me.

side-account for reblogs is @iceeericeee-reblogs (I know so creative lmao)

DNI if you are a hater or terf

DO NOT REBLOG THIS!!

Also: I’m literally begging you guys. Please please please stop asking when I’m going to change my name to strawberry. It’s gotten really old really fast. I’m just going to delete any asks that are about my name change.