So we are on a trivia team.  That’s right, a Nerd Fest that happens to be in an Irish bar.  There is a point to this, other then telling you how genius I am.  It’s about finding different ways to get your drink on and not feeling like a bar hoochie.  I am usually fine with my 11 am Saturday cocktails, but it has really been taking it’s toll on my sensitive skin.  I’m kidding, I have been getting bored with it.  We have lived in Seattle over a year now and we have great friends here.  Well most of you are great…  The need to multi-task and have a few cockatoos has been really appealing.  We have a very stressful trivia night on Wednesday.  Super fun BINGO on Sundays.  Someone of my competitive nature should not be allowed to compete more then once a week.  Especially if you can win PBR socks.  PBR knee high socks!!

I will always pledge my allegiance to the bar stool, but for now, cheating with some good ole fashioned shit talk seems to be doing me just fine.  And besides, no one we know ever wants to go bowling.  I am the worst bowler and even I think it’s fun.

Tonight we are claiming our 4 week tournament victory.  Or I hope so anyway.  I will be back to gloat.

We broke the fast!!! The two of us are eating grown up food and everything. Our V-Day, which we are officially celebrating later, was filled with munching on hummus and popcorn. Beau got me a new popcorn machine for Cupid’s Day, so I used it dammit. So yesterday I thought I should make Beau some hummus while he was ice fishing, he loves hummus. I was blending tahini, which is sesame seeds and olive oil, and juicing a lemon and working WAY too hard on hummus. So he gets home and I tell him it is done. The world’s best hummus is ready for ingestion. Since we can’t have bread yet, he piles up a cucumber and digs in. I was sitting there thinking, “I am so good. Best girlfriend ever.” His face looked like I shat in his eyeballs. “It smells like peanut butter.” That’s what he tells me. Well fuck that. I dragged his arse to the kitchen to see of he could do better. He (cough) did. I am a woman of my word and you heard it here. Beau’s hummus was better then mine. DAMMIT!!

Second Place Hummus
1 can of chickpeas (water reserved)
approx. 1/3 cup of lemon juice
1/4 cup of tahini
4 cloves of garlic
1-2 tablespoons of olive oil
1/2 teaspoon of cumin
dash of cayenne
1/2 teaspoon of salt

Tahini
2 cups of sesame seeds
little more than 1/3 cup of olive oil

Toast sesame seeds, but be careful because they can burn if not watched closely. It makes quite a bit, but you can use it for dressings as well. Food pro is a must, these little bastards will not blend in a blender.

Now with hummus, everyone likes there’s different. I made my own tahini and it comes out wicked strong, hence the peanut butter smell Beau was bitching about. Some people roast the garlic, it is all preference.

Smug Hummus
1 can of chickpeas
1/8 cup of tahini, seriously what is the point?
juice of whole lemon
6 cloves minced and sauteed garlic
2 tablespoons of olive oil
1 tablespoon of red pepper flakes
small handful of sunflower seeds

Beau’s came out much creamier because he had an indentured servant hulling his chickpeas for him. Where I used a food pro, he used a blender. Reserving 2 tablespoons of garlic, he took the reserve and sunflower seeds and mixed it into the final blended product whilst drizzling olive oil on the top. It looked pretty even though it was in an old Parmesan plastic container. We are nothing but classy.

Alton Brown’s Welch’s Grapejuice Commercial vs Guy Fieri’s TGIFriday’s

Now Alton looks so damn cute using a bunch of words I don’t know and he managed to drag a chalkboard along so we realize we can’t spell them either.  At least I can’t.

Guy Fieri is EVERYWHERE!!  Yet I am still not sick of him.  How can this be?

Welch’s went extreme from cute little kids to aging food nerd.  Very geek chic.

TGIFriday’s is still TGIFriday’s.  Oprah couldn’t save the food there.

I want to frolic in the vineyard with Alton.  We could throw grapes at one another and then spin round and round till we both fall down in fits of giggles. 

Guy’s colorist is working overtime.  That blond don’t grow on trees or out of heads.

Our pick:  Alton.  Have you NOT seen Good Eats?  He could be peddling Chia herbs made by migrant children and I would still pick him.