More Falafel memories of Baba
People
who know me, know I am a falafel fan. This obssesion with falafel is
something I picked up from my father and clearly it is serious enough that I dedicate a second blog post to it... lol. He was handy in a kitchen, as
well as a big mess maker. Mom used to hate it when he would step into
the kitchen because it would be such a huge mess afterward. He would
make us different things. He has his specialties though these were
fateh, ash (an iranian soup), shakshoukeh (aka بيض
و بندورة) and
falafel.
Dad
spent a couple of years experimenting with falafel mixes and freezing
them to fry up when we wanted some for dinner. He even got the
special falafel popper from Syria to help him with his obsession. He
would make everything from scratch and kept playing with the mix
until he got to the perfect mix of greens spices and chickpeas. They
were delicious. I wish I had his recipe. But what I have now is an image of freezer bags full of a grainy green mash of falafel ready to fried up for a lovely dinner at home with cut tomatoes, onions, shata and fresh bread. YUM.
Today
my favorite falafels are the ones made in Syria. The mix is the
closest to the one my dad would make. The base is made with chickpeas
and has the right spices. Maybe one day I will take my obsession with
falafel to the same level as he did and make the mixes at home.
