Hear ye not the hummus?

I’m intrigued by this excerpt from a discussion of The Arab-Israeli Cookbook, a new play by Robin Soans (who apparently also once wrote for The Two Ronnies):

A professional hommos maker who lives close to the border of the West Bank reveals that he is losing customers from villages in the West Bank because they are being increasingly cut off by Israeli checkpoints and, now, the wall.

A professional hummus maker?! If I can mash up chickpeas, tahini, olive oil, lemon juice, and garlic without poisoning anyone, then it’s difficult to imagine why eastern Mediterranean society would need a class of pros. I used to know a girl whose granny was a professional mourner slightly further north, but that’s different.

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