Wednesday, September 3, 2003

My worldview has indeed grown exponentially in the past week, what with my newfound enjoyment of falafel and its complementary sauces. I’d previously written off the stuff as Middle Eastern hushpuppies, but then it dawned on me: I love hushpuppies, whether they hail from Long John Silver’s locker or the Olive Mountain itself.

Besides, do you remember Jim and his hairball oracle in Huckleberry Finn? Yeah, neither do I, but these damn tasty chickpeapuppies transport me to a Twain shrouded by compulsory grade-school reading.

From whence does falafel come? I haven’t the foggiest idea, so I will let my current contention stand. They must grow on trees. You may think it absurd of me to say so, but let me ask you a question. Where does granola come from? No one really knows, I believe, though co-worker Eric Flippo suggests they come from mines in Africa. Mines it is, then. There! Now you have something to chew on as well, gentle reader.