Hummus, a staple of Mediterranean cuisine, is traditionally made with chickpeas (garbanzo beans), olive oil, sesame seed paste, lemon and garlic. As the popularity of the dip spreads, so does the variety of recipes. Pinterest recently yielded recipes for orange sweet potato hummus, green lima bean hummus and even a hot-pink hummus made with roasted beets.
DEAR ABBY: I am a longtime reader but a first-time writer. My problem has been bothering me for some time now.
DEAR ABBY: I have a friend who I think is having an affair. I have no concrete evidence, only a slew of circumstantial evidence such as odd work hours, blocks of mystery time set aside at night in his cellphone’s day planner, and evading questions about texts from females.
I decided to scope out SkyRobics at Sky Zone, an indoor trampoline park in Shawnee. A class that people are packing in at 9 on Saturday mornings must be a party. Why else would a place typically reserved for children’s birthdays, field trips and kiddie fun offer several classes filled with adults throughout the week? Because it’s a kick-ass workout, that’s why.
Colby Garrelts, proprietor of Bluestem in Kansas City, finally is taking home a James Beard Award as best chef after seven nominations.
New store sells trendy fashions in a variety of sizes — and nothing costs more than $100.
Forty-one years after President Harry Truman died, his podiatrist, Robert Shemwell) is still alive and performing surgery.
These moms curse a lot, drink to excess, reveal scary truths and draw twisted little stick figures of their kids pooping and whining relentlessly. And this Mother’s Day, they’re bringing their derelict parenting to you.
According to the 2013 Mother’s Day Index, Mom’s value in the household slipped to $59,862. That’s down from $60,182 in 2012 and $61,436 in 2011.
I’m not saying what Rihanna did on Saturday morning was right. It would have been better to ignore the cyber abuse dished out by one woman and report it. But the bullied often become the bullies. Hurt people hurt people. And whether you like it or not, celebrities are human.
DEAR ABBY: I’m responding to your request for comments about the letter from “Happily Single” and whether a divorce would be the first course of action upon winning the lottery. In a community-property state, a divorce AFTER winning wouldn’t legally protect you from having to share the spoils with your soon-to-be (and probably now bitter) ex-spouse.
DEAR ABBY: I’m a 60-year-old woman with grown children. My husband and I divorced after 30 years of marriage because he met someone at work. It was a quick process, and because I was in shock, I agreed to the terms of the divorce even though they weren’t in my favor.
Host of ‘My Cat From Hell’ is on a mission to stem the number of unwanted animals flooding shelters and being euthanized. He knows the pain of that loss — he killed shelter animals himself.
FYI reporter James A. Fussell and his co-author, Jeffrey P. Matovic, will speak about their new book, “Ticked: A Medical Miracle, a Friendship, and the Weird World of Tourette Syndrome,” at 7 p.m. Tuesday at Unity Temple on the Plaza. Details at rainydaybooks.com. Here are excerpts:
Roy Roberts, the Midwestern kingmaker and publisher, always had words of advice for President Dwight D. Eisenhower.
In a letter to his sister, Harry Truman referred to "that fat no good can of lard named Roberts of the Star."
Ah, love! Ooh, lust! Oh, publishers! They’re all part of this romance writers confab. About 2,000 people, including 450 to 500 authors, are in town this week for the RT convention, which continues through Sunday at the Sheraton Crown Center. Workshops and panel discussions have mostly filled the daytime schedule, with social events like a disco-themed party and a formal ball in the evenings.
DEAR ABBY: My granddaughter and her boyfriend live in another state, and I love hearing from her. However, when I call her, she always puts me on speakerphone, which I find rude.
If you’re craving a little more summer in your springtime wardrobe and you’re hesitant to break out the white pants (it’s OK, but that’s another conversation), try espadrilles.
Victoria Alaadeen has been feeling stronger the past few months, maybe because she’s been sharing her story. She released a book of her poetry, “The Heartbeat Next to My Heartbeat,” full of memories and feelings about her late husband, Kansas City jazz great Ahmad Alaadeen.
