I did a LOT of cooking today.  Hummus, salsa, biscuits, corn, and fried chicken.  I was kind of tired by the end of it all.
Huzzah for Sigona’s!  They had the tahini I was looking for.  They also had a block of tamarind paste, for which my parents have been searching in order to make their pad thai perfect.  Woo, tahini!  I like to say it like a Jawa.  (I was going to tell a story about my brother falling off his skateboard when he was 13, but it’s a little gross, so I’m not.)
Hummus Attempt No. 2 is very different than No. 1.  It is a looser consistency and much less cumin-y.  As I said in the comment, they are both good hummuses (hummi?  hummae?), but they have diverse prospects in life.  I would enjoy No. 1 on a pita with some red onion.  Hummus No. 2 I would use as a dip for popcorn.  I do not think my quest is at an end, yet.  Tweaking is needed.  The lime zest and jalapeno I threw in just because I had them out for the salsa, but I think they worked.  The jalapeno, definitely.  
I’m close on the salsa.  Very close.  Jon says it’s still too sweet, but Ryan liked it, and so did I.  I was a little surprised when I only needed the juice of half the lime.  I also zested it, thinking that perhaps I’d need it, but I didn’t (see above).
The corn was… interesting.  Interesting in the fact that I was afraid my house was going to blow up.  I cranked my oven up to 550 and put the corn in on the broiler pan (just the lower part).  I got thirty minutes into it and all of a sudden my oven shuts OFF.  It’s not just off, it’s completely dead.  I think I’ve blown a fuse or something.  I also imagine a Backdraft-y kind of situation.  I decided to leave the corn in the dead oven for the last ten minutes because it’s still pretty damn hot.  By the time I pull it, it’s gone down to 350, 300-ish.  The finished product was very good.  I don’t know if it was “ambrosia,” but I think that may be because my oven wasn’t able to go the distance.  Next time, 525.  
Cheers again to Keckler, from whose website I got the quote from Murder Is Corny.
Cheers also to my friend Kenny, who linked to me a few days ago.  Kenny is the undisputed King of Slow Eating.  Seriously.  If you have a dispute, ask him out to lunch.  He’s a very funny lad.
(Okay, I’ve gotten through half of my to-do list.)