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Guess Who…

… is coming for hummus.

And you can just keep guessing because, frankly, I’m not all that sure myself. Just started to put together the short list for the Hummus Summit (see previous post). So far:

Gordan Ramsay
Tony Blair
Benjamin Netanyahu
Charlize Theron
Mamoud Ahmadinejad
Mahmoud Abbas
Sarah Palin
Hosni Mubarek
Hillary Clinton
Charles Krauthammer
Andrew Sullivan
Melanie Philips
Camille Paglia
Joe R. Lansdale
Liz Cheney
Michelle Obama
Robert Ferrigno
David Petreus
Benedict XVI
Adam Sandler
Jonah Goldberg
Susilo Bohmbang Yudhoyono
Carrie Underwood
Carrie Prejean
Bruce Springsteen
Ayan Hirsi Ali
Phyllis Chesler
Barbara Kingsolver
Naomi Klein
Natalie Portman
Kareem Abdul Jabar
Osama Bin Laden
Bono
Oprah
Dennis Miller
Dennis Genpo Merzel
Dennis Prager
Cesar Milan
Bill Gates
Steve Jobs
George R. R. Martin
James Hillman

Well, naturally this is all very provisional. I’m not sure I’ve got the ideological or gender balance I need. Or even if  I’ve got all the names spelled right.

And, face it, probably half these people won’t even RSVP, let alone show up.

Heck, you’ve given summits.

You know how that goes.

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Stockholm Lock

Hummus, you know that mashed-up garbanzo goo… well, mostly I can take it or leave it. If it’s there in the fridge, sure, I’ll plunge in with a Dorito or two. But Mrs. Stagger is big fan. I mean huge. Not that she’s huge… no, no, no. I just mean she’s  always buying little tubs of hummus. Plain hummus, garlic hummus, olive hummus, all kinds. She even whips the stuff up in her own mighty food processor. It’s almost a weekly thing.

Anyway, remember how we had a Beer Summit? Well, just wanted to let you know that I’m busy arranging a Hummus Summit to solve this crisis.

And, while –as with the manufacture of hummus itself– I’m not exactly sure what-all goes into nominations for the Nobel Peace Prize, it’s probably not too early to send my name in.

Way I see it: I pull this off, I’m a lock.