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Good thing the mailman delivers through hail and sleet and snow. My issue of Couscous Express came today and it's chock full of comicy goodness.

Love, war, family and the best hummus recipe in New York City

Scooter enthusiast and spoiled brat, Olive Yassin, delivers food for her parents' award-winning Middle Eastern restaurant, Couscous Express. She hates it. It's boring. She would much rather be hanging out with her courier-mercenary boyfriend, Moustafa.

But when the local branch of the stylish and dangerous Turkish Scooter Mafia make a move against the restaurant, she knows she has to do something, anything, to protect her family.

Couscous Express combines delicious food, automatic weapons fire, and scooter culture into a hectic, adrenaline-fueled story of love, family, war, and the best hummus recipe in New York City.

How can you not love that? I'm going to curl up by the fire and read it through.

Wait, I don't have a fire place. What's that on fire, then?

Oh, just Ted Rall's head. Throw another log on!


I'd love to, babe, but you know what they say about too much of a good thing.

I know this really doesn't matter, but I must say it. Couscous is the single most disgusting thing I have ever eaten in my life!! YUCK I know it makes no sense, but like I said..... I had to say it. :op

I'm in Ohio, most of us can't get past the thought that hummus contains chick peas/garbonzo beans. Those funny little mutant seed pod things that decorate the "eat at your own risk" part of the salad bar. I believe that I'll let you handle the hummus, I'll stick to food a little less scary.

I think Rall's comics look better this way.