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Classic Hummus — The Quiet Thing You Make When the Smoker Rests

The week after the wedding. The house is quiet. The binder is closed. The spreadsheet is archived. The smokers are cleaned. And my son is married.

Marcus and Angela went to Charleston for their honeymoon — a week on the coast, which Angela chose because she's never seen the ocean and Marcus has never been anywhere he didn't drive, and Charleston is close enough to drive and far enough to feel like an adventure. I hope they eat shrimp and grits. I hope they walk on the beach. I hope they wake up every morning of their lives the way they woke up Sunday morning as husband and wife: together, certain, beginning.

The aftermath of a wedding is like the aftermath of a smoke: the house smells like what happened, the remnants need cleaning, and the memory of the event fills the space with a warmth that has no source. Rosetta and I spent Monday washing dishes, folding tablecloths, returning borrowed chairs. The work was quiet and companionable, the kind of work that two people who've been married for thirty-four years do without speaking, because the speaking has already been done, and the silence is its own conversation.

I didn't cook this week. Not once. Rosetta handled the meals — leftovers from the reception, which were substantial: pulled pork, ribs, coleslaw, cornbread, all of it portioned into containers and distributed to neighbors and church members and anyone who came within range of Rosetta's distribution network, which is extensive and efficient and slightly aggressive. By Thursday, every container was empty, every neighbor was fed, and the wedding food had completed its journey from my smoker to the community, which is the proper trajectory of all food that comes out of Uncle Clyde's steel drum.

Saturday I sat in the backyard, alone, looking at the smoker. Just sat. No fire, no meat, no purpose beyond the sitting. The smoker was clean and empty and cooling in the April evening, and I thought about Marcus and Angela in Charleston, about the meal I'd made, about the two hundred plates I'd served, and I felt the particular satisfaction that comes from having done a thing well — not perfectly, because nothing is perfect, but well, which is better than perfect because "well" includes the imperfections, includes the sweat and the sleeplessness and the crying and the running out of coleslaw at 8 PM (we did run out), and holds all of it in a hand big enough to carry it.

I did well. The food was good. My son is married. And the smoker rests.

Sunday morning I walked into the kitchen and Rosetta looked at me and said, “Don’t you dare light that smoker.” She was right. After a week of leftovers and quiet and sitting in the backyard with nothing but an empty grill and a full heart, the last thing I needed was another twelve-hour cook. What I needed was something I could make with my hands in ten minutes — no fire, no thermometer, no timeline. Just a can of chickpeas, some tahini, a squeeze of lemon, and the hum of the food processor filling the kitchen with the only kind of noise I could handle. This hummus is what recovery tastes like.

Classic Hummus

Prep Time: 10 minutes | Cook Time: 0 minutes | Total Time: 10 minutes | Servings: 6

Ingredients

  • 1 can (15 oz) chickpeas, drained and rinsed
  • 1/4 cup fresh lemon juice (about 1 large lemon)
  • 1/4 cup tahini, well stirred
  • 1 small clove garlic, minced
  • 2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, plus more for serving
  • 1/2 teaspoon ground cumin
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt, or to taste
  • 2 to 3 tablespoons cold water
  • Dash of paprika, for garnish

Instructions

  1. Blend the tahini and lemon. In a food processor, combine the tahini and lemon juice. Process for about 1 minute, scraping the sides as needed, until the mixture is light and whipped.
  2. Add the garlic and olive oil. Add the garlic, olive oil, cumin, and salt. Process for another 30 seconds until well combined.
  3. Add the chickpeas. Add half the chickpeas and process for 1 minute. Scrape the sides, add the remaining chickpeas, and process until thick and smooth, about 1 to 2 minutes.
  4. Thin to your liking. With the processor running, drizzle in the cold water, 1 tablespoon at a time, until the hummus reaches your desired consistency — smooth and creamy.
  5. Serve. Transfer to a bowl, create a shallow well with the back of a spoon, drizzle with olive oil, and dust with paprika. Serve with warm pita, crackers, or fresh vegetables.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 165 | Protein: 5g | Fat: 10g | Carbs: 15g | Fiber: 3g | Sodium: 310mg

Earl Johnson
About the cook who shared this
Earl Johnson
Week 97 of Earl’s 30-year story · Memphis, Tennessee
Earl "Big E" Johnson is a sixty-seven-year-old retired postal carrier, a forty-two-year husband, and a Memphis BBQ legend who learned to smoke pork shoulder at his Uncle Clyde's stand when he was eleven years old. He lost his daughter Denise to sickle cell disease at twenty-three, and he honors her every year by smoking her favorite meal on her birthday and setting a plate at the table. His dry rub uses sixteen spices he keeps in a mayonnaise jar. He will not share the recipe. Not even with Rosetta.

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