NaMoWriPo #19 This poem is a slice of my life as I am right now making it! I should dedicate this poem to my son who loves his Mama’s humble hummus. He lives off the stuff!

 

Hummus

Crisp peels with spring bright green sprigs

White smooth quarter-fat moons

Snap a spicey sent as I peel

Sounding like plastic pins

Dropped into the processor

That chops in chunks and bits

Crushing out the germane main

Gracious garlic sets the stage

Weather opening cans

Or having soaked and boiled

The chickpeas bounce

Happily, into the container

Like tiny basketballs dropped

For the team to gather up

Members fall in line

Ready for the practice

As the next layer

Topped with a crown

Of dark tan tahini

Slicked down

With greenish glowy olive oil

That looks like

Something to smear

On one’s face

Instead of on pita or veg

Mustn’t forget

The lemons or salt

That bring it all to life

The lush pucker juice

That topped with snowy prickles

Of the sea’s distilled kiss

It all jumps for joy

When I hit the button

It tangles and smooths

Into a tiny whirlpool

Yellowish over and under

Mixing, mushing, melding

Into the best in the world

Mama’s hummus!

Made twice every week