patties of fava beans and cumin bring me great joy in life. it is my vegan steak.
i am particularly fond of falafel with a firm, yet moist and meaty consistency with light green hue. the ideal texture is one that is characterized by stereotypically hand-ground artifacts: pebble-sized bits of the raw ingredients, evidence of freshly chopped herbs peering at you so green, a lightly-kissed-by-the- fry-pan exterior for a satisfying crunch.
the pita must be made on-site, only 4 minutes prior to the construction of the pinnacle sandwich.
opened up like a clamshell, a slightly runny robustly garlic, yet tangy and lemony hummus is slathered on the bottom of the inside of the pita. romaine lettuce sliced in 1/8" strips is draped evenly on top of the hummus, covering it somewhat like cheese covers the tomato sauce of a pizza. then comes a freshly diced, in-season tomato salad which has been mixed in with parsley and cubed, peeled, and seeded cucumber.
where is the falafel? right here. i prefer three or four patties placed carefully inside of the pita atop of the condiments. the finishing touch is a light tahini sauce with a pronounced sesame aroma and flavor.and the key element... all this for under $5. culinary bliss.
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A post about joy with no mention of AJ? Hmmm? It must have crossed your mind. I believe I'll be seing you soon.
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