Being dead to self means the simple things become meaningful and the meaningful things become simple.
I had the most delicious homemade hummus the other day. It was the right texture, not too creamy, but not grainy. Garlicky and salty. I'm licking my lips just thinking about it. I wish I could say that it was homemade by me, but it wasn't. A half-Lebanese girl made it. The sad part is … Continue reading A Recipe for Disaster