Sir. I must tell you of my own ungodly forays into chocolate and hummus. Not from-scratch, appropriately ingrediented chocolate hummus. Hummus. With chocolate in it.
Very recently I was doing my grocery shopping online and there was a coupon for a strawberry and chocolate hummus snack set which I added to my order. Upon fulfillment, they did not have said snack pack, but I had already had my interest piqued. Some days later, I couldn't help myself and took some of the olive (!) flavored (and textured) hummus I'd gotten for more wholesome snacks and added cocoa powder and agave syrup to it then shmeared a big fat berry thru it... Not bad. Surprisingly not bad. The olivey tang was rather tempered by the deep cocoa bitterness and light agave sweetness. Would do in a pinch again. All well and good, but it turns out I have a history of defiling hummus.
Many years ago at one of my first jobs in Chicago (a startup that died shortly thereafter), I liked to bring in whatever I'd been working on in the kitchen. I'd recently stocked up for a big ol batch of hummus and asked my coworkers for suggestions on what flavors to make. I can't remember any of the sane ones because I had also recently brought in some chocolate cake, and naturally the genius minds running the outfit said, cake hummus. I obliged. Later that week I showed up with a stack of different hummus flavors, including regular plain hummus with a piece of box-mix chocolate cake blended right on in. It was a hit. Mostly for the novelty, but the flavor really was not the worst thing ever.
TLDR: I am there with you in spirit, my friend, and genius recognizes genius. Respect.
Sir. I must tell you of my own ungodly forays into chocolate and hummus. Not from-scratch, appropriately ingrediented chocolate hummus. Hummus. With chocolate in it.
Very recently I was doing my grocery shopping online and there was a coupon for a strawberry and chocolate hummus snack set which I added to my order. Upon fulfillment, they did not have said snack pack, but I had already had my interest piqued. Some days later, I couldn't help myself and took some of the olive (!) flavored (and textured) hummus I'd gotten for more wholesome snacks and added cocoa powder and agave syrup to it then shmeared a big fat berry thru it... Not bad. Surprisingly not bad. The olivey tang was rather tempered by the deep cocoa bitterness and light agave sweetness. Would do in a pinch again. All well and good, but it turns out I have a history of defiling hummus.
Many years ago at one of my first jobs in Chicago (a startup that died shortly thereafter), I liked to bring in whatever I'd been working on in the kitchen. I'd recently stocked up for a big ol batch of hummus and asked my coworkers for suggestions on what flavors to make. I can't remember any of the sane ones because I had also recently brought in some chocolate cake, and naturally the genius minds running the outfit said, cake hummus. I obliged. Later that week I showed up with a stack of different hummus flavors, including regular plain hummus with a piece of box-mix chocolate cake blended right on in. It was a hit. Mostly for the novelty, but the flavor really was not the worst thing ever.
TLDR: I am there with you in spirit, my friend, and genius recognizes genius. Respect.
This actually seemed like tasty food writing, but then the chocolate came in.
It's the missing lemon that would have tempered the garlic. There's chemistry n'stuff.
Spoiled Old Daddy gives new meaning to the dish - Roasted Bull Penis
Clearly any meal that starts with spoiled old daddy must end with spotted dick.