I suppose it could be argued that two tons of hummus is a very mild sign of the apocalypse. But this tasty treat was all kitted out to give one the impression of the Lebanese flag. It took 250 chefs to whip up the culinary, and artistic, extravaganza.
In addition to finding the Lebanese flag pretty attractive, I don’t know how anybody could ever consider hummus a sign of anything except a healthy appetite. So, I have to vote, “No,” two tons of hummus isn’t a sign of the apocalypse.
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “Okay, Ms V, so you went to Yahoo news and that’s the best you found?” No it isn’t. Before I found the giant dish of hummus, I found the tragic story of one man’s Dew addiction. Frankly, I felt his pain.
While I was madly in love with Mountain Dew, I managed to avoid a full-blown addiction to it. Mainly because I was addicted to Dr Pepper, then Pepsi, then Classic Coke, then Diet Coke. But I sure did like a Dew on the way home from work now and then.
Unfortunately, in 2001 I was prescribed Topamax for chronic pain. One of its unpleasant side effects is a severe aversion to any kind of soda. Believe me, a caffeine withdrawal headache was nothing compared to the suffering of trying to gag down a foul, repulsive and disgusting soda.
Frankly, anyone who kicks caffeine AND sugar, at the same time, has all my sympathy. Kudos to you, Caron Butler. And kudos to whoever had the good taste (pun intended) to pick out your jammies!
I wish I looked good in green.
On the other hand, Red Bull turns out to be a sign of the apocalypse. Do your own research on Red Bull.
