Less than a week ago my wife and I went grocery shopping with a healthy diet in mind. As we were perusing the organic section near the produce department I took notice to something that resembled meatballs. They were Felafel's. I had never had a Felafel before nor had my wife, and I was curious. So I tossed it in the grocery basket with a false hope that they would maybe taste as good as meatballs? Apparently they are made of chickpeas, which I have been reminded that is what hummus is made of. I like hummus so it shouldn't be a big deal right? WRONG.
Oh my God! They taste horrible! I equate the flavor to the sweaty testicles of a middle eastern mountain man just back from a long hike between uncle Bin Bin's secret hideouts. How would I know what that even taste like you ask, well that's none of your business. Point is, Felafel's should never ever enter my mouth ever again. I don't know why I picked them up to begin with. I was just being experimental ya know. Trying something I've never tried before. Such a disappointment, but after a 14 day detox everything looks damn good. My wife seemed ok with them and my son thought they were just as good as anything, so atleast they aren't a complete waste. Every now and then I get a little adventurous and take a gamble with food I've never tried before. Sounds dangerous I know, but coming from a life of over-eating there is almost nothing I wouldn't try. Mind you, you won't catch me eating dead or living insects and seafood, I'll leave that to the true Asians. Sorry mom but maybe we should of stayed in the Philippines a little longer before coming to America. Now.. where is that lovely little Swedish meatball?
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