Last Thursday was the closest I have come to cheating. I was searching for a thrift store in Anchorage and I passed by the Falafel King. Yes, Falafel King almost brought me down.
Know what saved me/the project? Fear of being found out. I grew up in the 70s, the paddle displayed in the principal Mr. Anderson's window kept me from doing a lot of dumb stuff. Fear of spilling, or having onion breath or worse yet being seen kept me looking for the thrift store instead of indulging in hand cut fries and crispy falafel. Oh the paddle!
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8 hours ago
Good job! I've never had a falael, but I think they look delicious....every made them on your own?
ReplyDeleteI REMEMBER THAT PADDLE!! :)
ReplyDeleteahh guilt - the discipline tool of all Italian mothers (and apparently Alaskan principals) hehe
ReplyDeleteFalafel is easy at home!! I've made it from a vegan box mix before, but my cousin makes it from scratch like once a week. I think it's on her blog!