
The fresh Greek feta I bought to make hummus didn’t crumble dryly in my hand. It was wet and rubbery and felt soft but dense against my tongue. It’s saltiness first stung my taste buds, then melted into my palate, smoky and smooth.
I roughly crumbled half of the white feta slab into my food processor, where I had already pureed a hummus base of chick peas, garlic, lemon juice, tahini, and olive oil. My kitchen smelled divinely Mediterranean. I pulsed the processor a few times to incorporate the cheese, then loaded in a handful or two of cheap, canned black olives.
Pulse, pulse, pulse. Taste.
Smoky, salty, velvety, and spiked with the zest of garlic and a hint of lemon. The olives and feta complimented each other and rounded out a more robust hummus than my usual attempts.
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