i like my dog

okay guys, disclaimer time: this post is entirely about how amazing my dog is. i know it's going to come off as a psycho, dog-pictures-in-my-wallet-look-here's-her-yesterday-and-this-is-her-with-santa kinda post, so i completely understand if you just want to skip to the end or maybe not even read this at all. but you should. because i'll like you more if you do (and then we can TALK ABOUT HER TOGETHERRRRR!).

SO, i just got a dog on monday. last monday. she's a little pound puppy, and she's SO SO SO SO SWEET/cute. her name is peca. originally, i was going to go with pica, but about 50% of the people would look at me with disgust/confusion when i explained to them what pica the medical disorder was.

this is pica.

so, in order not to saddle her up with a stigma for the rest of her doggy days, i switched it to peca, which means "freckle" in spanish (p.s., thanks middle school friend stephanie whose dog was named that and from whom maybe i borrowed it).

but see, i'm finding out more and more that "peca" also means "oh my god why are you so adorable you're putting me into a diabetic coma come sit in my lap right now." reasons?:

1) she's a cattle dog/whippet mix. that means she's super fast and super smart, kind of like flash gordon (or speed gordon, for all y'all down under). the dwight from the office inside of me finds those two reasons to be important, just in case.. i don't know, we needed the dog version of a super fast yale graduate for some reason.

relevant? not really. incredible? of course.

2) she's really sweet. honestly, she's the sweetest dog around. when i first walked into her little kennel thing, she basically just immediately rolled over and looked up at me with these eyes that said "love me plzzz." even after i took her home, she didn't pull a jekyll/hyde thing and turn into a monster, which would have been cool, but not really what i was looking for. she has this way of just plopping down next to you and putting her head in your lap and slowly closing her eyes as you scratch her ears. etc., etc., etc.

3) um... she's really cute, too? did i mention that?

seeee? uhhhdorable.

4) okay, i'm kind of having a hard time coming up with more reasons, but COME ON i've had her for about a week. give it time, y'all. i mean, christmas isn't even here yet. i'm sure i'll come up with fifteen different reasons then, all involving the probably cute way she opened up her first presents, or tore down the christmas tree.. or maybe in easter, when she ripped the ears off of the bunny costume i'm going to get her..

in closing, my dog > your dog, and i love her.

I LOVE YOU PECAAAAAA.

I like Hummus.

Before I go deeper into this magical dish that I like, I would like to admit to the world that I used to hate hummus.

I know.

I thought the consistency was weird, sometimes there would be chunks…it just didn't do it for me.

And then one night, a friend made hummus and brought it to a dinner.

While everyone was cooking and being productive, I sat at the bar and productively ate half of the hummus myself. An obsession had begun.

After that, I went through 1 container a week for about a month and a half. The pita bread I had was shitastic, but I didn't even give a damn. BECAUSE THE HUMMUS WAS AMAZING. With every bite, it was like experiencing my first hummus revelation. It is still like that, praise bb jesus.

"I fucking love this shit." - Jesus

Let's talk about types. For me, there is only one, and it is called Roasted Garlic. The brand is not too big of a deal to me, as long as there is roasted garlic all up in it.

There are two brands that I switch between: Sabras & Athenos.

In terms of their personality, Sabras is a creamy, nice and simple hummus. He's like the nice friend you have, who's just so nice all the time. Reliable and what not. However, sometimes he just gets…boring, and you want to hang out with that ridiculous friend of yours that you haven't seen in a while.

This is where Athenos, the unpredictable comes in. First of all, he's a completely different color. A yellowish green. Also, he has these little pieces of something fabulous hanging out around in him. I don't know what they are, but they intrigue me and I love it. The flavor is very different from Sabros, and it's exciting. When you eat Athenos, it's like riding a fucking brilliant rollercoaster with a blindfold on. Fantastic little surprises of taste variation.

Cool story, bros: Morgan Elizabeth Cotter once ate half of my container in the middle of the week, and I cursed the hummus gods for letting such a terrible thing happen to me. Rationing is essential for such liquid/solid gold.

How I felt, but more sad.

That's all I really have to say about hummus. I think I am going to buy some right now. My mom just gave me a huge bag of pita chips, and I need something to smother them in.