It's not all fishy rice

Last Friday, I decided to treat myself and make hummus. I had bought a bag of dried chickpeas at the fancy supermarket in Conakry (for way too much money, but I hope I can stock up cheaply in Morocco) the last time I was there. Thursday night I started soaking them in preparation. Friday afternoon, I splurged and went down to our gas station to buy olive oil. You know your life has taken a turn when you buy all your luxury items at the gas station. I then went to the market to buy cucumbers, bread, onion, garlic, lime, hot peppers, and tomato. When I got home, I lit up my coals and started boiling the beans. With 15 minutes left, I added onions and garlic.

While that was all boiling, I used my newly purchased mortal and pestal to pound the hot peppers with some raw onion. Mabinty and Mohmed wanted to help

 I then added the boiled chickpeas, onion and garlic and mashed it all up with olive oil. I got a blister, but it was so worth it.

 I prepped the veggies that I would dip in the hummus.

I squeezed on lime, and sprinkled salt and pepper and Voila! only 26 hours after starting, I had a fresh plate of hummus.