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15 MAY 2016
| HUMMUS SWIRLED WITH HARISSA: A POEM
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By LOU CRAFT APRIL 6, 2016
(Inspired by the line "hummus swirled with harissa" in an article by Sam Sifton, food editor at The New York Times)
Hummus swirled with Harissa,
They frolicked and danced with delight,
He would turn to her cheeks, lightly kiss her,
One balmy, baklavian night.
The air was fragrant with cumin,
Hummus spun her around with a whoosh.
But there was a most jealous human,
By the name of Bab Aganoush.
A brute and a brat and a meanie,
Loved Harissa a long time ago.
Now his face was as white as tahini,
His garbanzos swung heavy and low.
"Cease and desist your seducing!"
And he punched Hummus smack in the head
"That puts an end to cous-cousing!"
And he left him, for sure, he was dead.
But where there is pita and shawarma,
Where eggplants and chickpeas abound,
Where kibbe, kabobs meet with karma,
Life sometimes works out all around.
Harissa and Hummus keep swirling-
Dancing closely with hip against hip,
Two dervishes spinning and whirling.
Creating a marvelous dip.
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