Still in lovely Banning, Ca., that bastion of the 55-and-older set, and enjoying the quirks of a community that has molded its offerings entirely around the needs of those in the autumn of their years.
At a recent trip to the grocery store, I thought to myself that since I'm here for the semi-long haul, I'll purchase some foods that suit my discriminating palate and fit well with my beleagured jaw. Hummus, I thought. That delicious puree of the chickpea, so favored by those of the Middle East. Surely, this most cosmopolitan of communities would offer such a delicacy.
No such luck. Ranch dressing they had. Salsa by the tub. Spinach dip. But hummus, no siree bob.
Not such a surprising revelation, but an unfortunate oversight. I think hummus and dentures would be a natural pairing.
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