Really ? count your blessings… I had my first political awakening at 12 after a nice plate of hummus with lebanese bread. It was a new, tingling sensation that left me wanting more… and sure enough it didn’t stop there. At just 15, I got radicalized by a delicious falafel with red cabbage. It could have been a one-off, but noooooo, I had set foot on the slippery slope : dolmas, tapenade, merenjainade… the ancient power of mediterranean gastronomy had gotten a hold of me. This is how I became a leftist
Really ? count your blessings… I had my first political awakening at 12 after a nice plate of hummus with lebanese bread. It was a new, tingling sensation that left me wanting more… and sure enough it didn’t stop there. At just 15, I got radicalized by a delicious falafel with red cabbage. It could have been a one-off, but noooooo, I had set foot on the slippery slope : dolmas, tapenade, merenjainade… the ancient power of mediterranean gastronomy had gotten a hold of me. This is how I became a leftist
The sensation LEFT you wanting for more?
RIGHT
I can relate. Black licorice was my life altering moment that sent me spiraling
Just as we speak, I am writing this comment from the pouch of a kangaroo as I bound across the Australian outback with my new family
To each their own, but hummus had no effect on me
Are they fond of that stuff down under? I know it mainly from Scandinavia and the Netherlands.