Dear Hummus,

Ever since that day I saw you in the cooler at the grocery store, hanging out with that group of gourmet cheeses and salamies, I knew I had to have you. And every time I place your creamy goodness all over my tongue, it makes me want to squeal with delight.

As I sit here at my desk, craving your goodness, I wonder if you think about me that way. If you think about how I ever so gently place you on crackers, chips, and veggies, and gobble you up all night and all day.

And I don't care if you make my entire desk smell like roasted garlic, I will never give you up.

Hoping my coworkers never catch wind of my relationship with chickpeas,
TR