It started with a disaster. I had twelve people coming over for a summer cookout, and I had confidently promised “amazing dips.” My go-to roasted red pepper hummus was fine. My spinach artichoke dip was reliable. But halfway through the…
It was a Tuesday night, and I was staring at a bowl of hummus that tasted completely flat. My friend’s birthday party was the next evening. I had 24 hours to figure out what was wrong. The chickpeas were fresh….
It started with a Super Bowl party that nearly broke me. I had promised twelve friends the full spread — guacamole, queso, spinach artichoke, and a roasted red pepper hummus I had been perfecting for months. Halfway through prep, I…
It was Super Bowl Sunday, forty-five minutes before kickoff, and my queso had broken. Completely, embarrassingly, grease-pooling-on-top broken. My friends were pulling into the driveway. The chips were already in the bowl. I was standing over a pot of what…
