So here’s a little known fact about us… we live in the same neighborhood as infamously awkward hipster heartthrob (?)* Michael Cera. You might know him from such cinema masterpieces as Scott Pilgrim vs. The World and Juno or the television opus Arrested Development. We just call him ‘our neighbor Mike’ or we would if we ever spoke to him rather than pretending not to see him on the G train or in the produce section of the grocery store. Seriously, we treat him like some ex we broke with via text and now pretend is invisible or maybe that we’re invisible… I don’t know. I’ve never actually broken up with or been broken up with via text… I’m actually using my imagination.
The point is that the other day I was at the grocery store and I didn’t see Michael Cera. I actually kinda looked around for him this time. Yes, I am very much aware how weird that sounds. But yeah, he wasn’t in the artisanal Brooklyn brewed beer section or digging around in the bulk bins of organic grains. Everywhere I looked – No Michael Cera. And I missed him a little**.
This made me think of hummus. Obviously.