I woke up this morning wanting falafel.
But not just any old falafel, and certainly not homemade.
I wanted the luscious, mouth-watering, fluffy-centered fried chick peas smothered in lettuce, tomato, hot peppers and couscous, drowned in garlic sauce and all it's middle-easterny goodness tucked into a fresh pita bread.
The only place I know that makes falafel that delicious is a little stand right outside Centraal Station in Amsterdam.
So, I was safe. My South Beach diet was safe. I stuck with my eggs, yogurt and cheese.
But having Paul FedEx one overnight to me did cross my mind!
haha .. kidding. Then it would be a mess of moldy-squishy-what-was-middle-easterny-goodness.
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Tomorrow evening I am covering a story at school for a student club's hurricane relief drive. They'll be accepting donations of clothing, toilet paper, facial tissue, etc., and gently used teddy bears for the kids. It will be my first story I will cover and write by myself.
Me, with a little tape recorder and digital camera. Might be fun.
Wish me luck.