or perhaps, a food processor.

After torturing the whole house (perhaps the whole apartment block) last night with the noise of my Philip, grinding the chick peas, i managed to make yummy, crispy falafel for little breakfast.

I made falafel once when I was in Dubai last time and my friend said – If my mom see your falafel, she fill faint!

Well, after all, you called me an Arab wannabe, no? And fyi, this is Egyptian way of frying falafel. No art classes needed.

And yes, I need a new machine. Hmm….my bday is a bit far away but xmas is around the corner!! Anyone? 😛