RECIPE: Falafel with Tzatziki
I adore Greek food. The Greeks know how to do it right. And the Italians, they don’t suck at yum. Well and the Mexicans, duh. OK, maybe I like food in general. But Greek food especially. There are just so many things to love about it:
1. Pitas – mmm, bread. Soft, warm bread.
2. Hummus – sometimes mixed with amazing things like roasted red peppers and cilantro.
3. Creamy sauces – with cucumbers mixed in!
4. Giant slabs of well-seasoned but generally unidentifiable meat cooked on a huge skewer and shaved off – what is there not to love?
5. When you’re in actual Greece they put french fries directly into your gyro. Genius. Why don’t we do that here?
I do, however, have one bone to pick with my Greeky folk. Right now, as I sit here typing the morning after assembling and devouring a Greek-inspired dinner, my mouth tastes like I had too many pints in a pub and woke up the next morning to do the walk of shame from Shrek’s cottage in the swamp. It tastes like I made out with an ogre; is what I’m saying. You know the stink waves they have in cartoons to indicate when things smell real real bad? It tastes like that.
The problem is the raw garlic. It tastes so good going down, but then it sticks around. I’ve brushed my teeth this morning already and it’s still lingering like an annoying house guest who won’t leave.
I kind of think the only solution is to have more Greek food for lunch. Mmmm… worth it.
Anyway, last night I made falafel with tzatziki (which would be an awesome Words With Friends word if I hadn’t abandoned playing altogether out of the stress of keeping up with 15 games at once and not wanting to turn anyone down to play).
It turned out really well. I tried to make falafel one time several years ago but I just kind of made it up as I went along. I thought, “Hey, how hard can it be? Chickpeas, cilantro, bread crumbs, garlic? That seems right…” but then when I fried them they melted into chickpea mush, which promptly burned.
This time I used an actual recipe made up by someone else and whattaya know? It actually worked. Score one for following directions and not just making shit up as you go along.
Jason liked it also, although after he was done he said he was still hungry. I personally think that’s a psychosomatic reaction he has to eating food without meat. Unless there’s a slab of dead animal in his dinner he’s ‘still hungry’.
Honey, that truckload of falafel, bread and yogurt sauce was a lovely appetizer, but where is the dead animal portion of my meal? I’m starving.
Five out of five shots of Ouzo for me (which, coincidentally also makes your mouth taste like you’ve spent the evening licking the pavement in New York City the next day).