I think I’ve mentioned before that many years ago, I could get the most delicious hummus from a little hole-in-the-wall on K Street in DC. It was made by a cheerful Middle-Eastern woman working there with all her little children around her, who served it with a perfect soft white flatbread; and was the silkiest, most garlicky and addictive Wonderfulness in the world of Hummus. I’ve been wanting to try Yotam Ottolenghi's recipe, because it seemed as if it might be very like the K St. version, and this weekend I had time to try. It turned out very, very...