#falefel

I had soaked chick-peas a week ago. They have been sitting, drained in my fridge for over a week. 

Today, I marinated chicken drumsticks in a shawarma marinade, and made a caper, salt, pepper and lemon marinade for salmon. I took the chickpeas out, shopped parsley, cilantro, and mixed seasonings, and fried up some falafel. Later, probably this weekend, I will make cream-cheese and chive-stuffed mushroom caps. I will share those with my family. 

I eat well. I cook. I work. I earn. I exercise. I read. I have to stop ranting about this one co-worker. I am human. I am flawed. Thank goodness. 

I love when I cook. I feel so good when I cook. For so long I had so much trauma around cooking. But now I really love it. I want to try this potato technique my dad does. I will ask him this weekend and trade him in the baked mushroom caps.  

I have offerings. I can offer. I can bring. 

But I don’t really. I am still too shy. But I like the thought of it. 

I just ordered some food, which was delivered by a dude who looked exactly like me, if I were a redneck dude missing teeth who wears duck dynasty camo overalls and never cut or colored my hair.

It was also a weird interaction, because he set my bag down in the chair next to my door (so when I opened the door it looked like he didn't have any food, and I was expecting a delivery person and so was instantly sketched out but then also he looked exactly like me...), before he knocked and had his hands crammed into his overalls when I opened the door. He then seemed to be either having a stroke or was equally thrown off by coming face to face with a female döppelgänger.

Me: uhhh... hi.?

"Marla" (according to my meal tracker): uh yes. Hello. I am here... On behalf of... I am from...

*Insert uncomfortably long silence while he examines me and my house/living room*

Me (thinking this guy is trying to make sure no one steals my falafel): I'm Sarah.

"Marla": Oh ok. *looks intently into and around my house and studies me even more.*I'm from "food delivery service." *Pulls my food bag out and holds it toward me.*

Me: Thanks...?

"Marla":I'm gonna have to try this Lebanese food some time...

Me: you should! It's delicious!

He books it off my porch looking weirded out.

Zutaten und Mengen: 1,5 Tassen Bohnen 1 Tasse Kichererbsen 1 Bund Koriander frisch 1 TL Koriander gemahlen 1 TL Knoblauch gemahlen 3 Zähen Knoblauch 1 Zwiebel 1 TL Zimt ½ TL Schwarz Pfeffer ¼ TL Ingwer 2 TL Salz 1 TL Backpulver 2 EL Sesam 1 Liter Pflanzenöl

Zubereitung: •Bohnen und Kichererbsen über Nacht in Wasser einweichen. •Das Wasser am nächsten Tag aussieben und die Bohnen mit den Kichererbsen im Fleischwolf zerkleinern. Anschließend wird die in Würfel geschnittene Zwiebel, die Knoblauchzähen, den frischen Koriander und ein TL Salz mit der bereits zerkleinerten Bohnen-Kichererbsen-Masse im Fleischwolf erneut zerkleinert. •2 EL Sesam, 1 TL Salz, 1 TL gemahlenen Koriander, 1 TL gemahlenen Knoblauch, 1TL Zimt, ½ TL Schwarz Pfeffer, 1/4 TL Ingwer und 1 TL Backpulver zur Masse hinzufügen und kneten. •Die Masse für ca. 3-4 Stunden mit Frischhaltefolie zudecken und im Kühlschrankstellen. •Das Pflanzenöl in einem Topf auf ca. 170 Grad erhitzen. •Die Falafel formen( entweder mit dem im Bild gezeigten Werkzeug oder mit einem Löffel oder einfach mit der Hand) und im heißen Öl frittieren. •Es ist hilfreich jedes Mal vor dem Formen der Falafel das Werkzeug in Wasser zu halten, da es hilft die Falafel von Werkzeug zu lösen. •Die Falafel sind durch gegart kurz nachdem diese an der Öl-Oberfläche schwimmen.

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DANKE