#canned chickpeas

[lewd-commander]

Falafel with Canned Chickpeas Recipe Falafel made with canned chickpeas, onion, bread crumbs, herbs and spices; simply delicious, restaurant-quality, falafel in just 30 minutes. 1 tablespoon olive oil or as needed, 1 pinch ground black pepper or to taste, 1 pinch cayenne pepper or to taste, 1.5 cans chickpeas drained, 1.5 teaspoons ground coriander, 1.5 onions chopped, 1.5 teaspoons lemon juice, 2 eggs, 3 cloves garlic chopped, 1.5 teaspoons salt, 1 tablespoon ground cumin, 1.5 teaspoons baking powder, 1.5 cups bread crumbs, 3/4 cup chopped fresh parsley

[harrisonkenny]

Falafel with Canned Chickpeas Falafel made with canned chickpeas, onion, bread crumbs, herbs and spices; simply delicious, restaurant-quality, falafel in just 30 minutes.

[plomegranate]

i love palestinian and arab culture so much.

my grandma wearing thobes around the house and making us tamriyeh. my cousins wedding when we all wore thobes and keffiyehs and took photos downtown and we danced with someone playing the guitar on the street and this lady stopping us to tell us we all looked so beautiful. walking the graduation stage in a thobe. the girl who liked to guess arab peoples ethnicities telling me "you're wearing tatreez... do you want me to write 'palestinian' on your forehead?" the keffiyeh my brother keeps on the drivers seat of his car.

my dad sending me off to my last semester of college with 2 pomegranates and a jar of palestinian olive oil. my cousins wife coming up with new ways to make zaatar and cheese pastries. me and my grandma sitting on the floor and making waraq 3neb- my job was to separate the leaves so she could roll them easier. my mom sending me and my brother to school with eid cookies for my teachers and tasking us with delivering some to the neighbors. my aunt glaring at me and piling more food on my plate and then asking if i was still hungry (i wasnt). my mom always telling me to invite my friends and cousins over for dinner and asking me what they like to eat. my family getting my dad knafeh instead of cake for his birthday. the man who told me i made the "best fetteh in the western hemisphere".

the man in the shawarma shop who gave me my fries for free and baklava i didnt order because we spoke about being palestinian while he took my order. the person on tumblr who i bonded with because we are from the same palestinian city. the girl i met on campus who exclaimed "youre palestinian? me too!" because i was wearing my keffiyeh. the girl in my class that showed me the artwork about palestine her dad made and donated for fundraising. the couple in the grocery store who noticed my palestinian shirt and talked with me for 20 minutes and ended up being a family friend. the silly palestinian kids i tutored sighing in disappointment when i told them i was born in america because they were hoping that id have been born "somewhere cooler". my friends family who bought me dinner despite me being there by chance and having met me for the first time the day before.

the boys starting uncoordinated dabke lines in my high school's hallways. the songs about the longing and love for our land. the festivals and parties and gatherings where everything smells like shisha and oud. memories of waiting in the car for an hour as my parents talked at the doorway of their friends homes. my cousins and i showing up at each others homes with cake or fruit or games as if it was the first time we ever visited even though we always say "you dont have to".

kids stubbornly helping to clean and make tea after a meal while being told to go sit down because they are guests. the necklaces in the shape of our home countries. people hugging and laughing and acting as if theyve known each other for years because they come from the same city or know people with the same last name. the day i finally got to bully my friends into letting me pay the bill because i had a job and they were still students. my moms friend who calls us every time she's at the grocery store to see if we need something

palestinian people are so resilient and hardworking and charitable. they love their culture and their community and are so quick to share and welcome anyone in. everyday i am so thankful and proud to be part of such a warm and lovely culture

[smalltimidbean]

Woshing Him <3

[blatantprinterpropaganda]

you would think that the scariest part of peaceful property would be the ghosts but no, actually it's the emotional damage. and also that bit in episode 6 when they forget which bowl has the real chickpeas in it and they just sort of guess even though peach has already put that guy in a coma because of his food allergy once because oh my god what the fuck

[mihai-florescu]

How i feel stopping by the turkish bakery, polish supermarket, and indian minimarket in one journey through the neighbourhood

[oksanaastankova]

i love cooking so much and i hate doing the dishes with all of my heart

[spector]

jesus christ i made such a good harissa chickpea dish and i saved half of it for tomorrow but it’s so fucking good i just wanna eat it alllll WAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

[burins]

angel baby who wants to rub on my trigger point injection site so so so bad

[all-thestories-aretrue]

Me: I really need to start prioritizing my protein intake again since I will be going back to the gym.

Also me: *eats bread for breakfast*

[smalltimidbean]

WHO IS CHICKEPEA I DONT THINK I'VE SEEN HIM BEFORE I WANNA SEE HIM GRAHHH /POS

Apparently I have not posted him on this blog, but you can check his tag on Pep's Blog, or his toyhouse profile

But this is him! Doctor Lavender for scale (and an out-of-context thing but shh)

[bonefall]

I really appreciate your Dawn of the Clans rewrite because I've been in the foosteps of Thunder Storm. Not to be the one to dump a lot about my past, but I've acted like the Thunder Storm in my family because of my grandmother, who was a piece of work who my mother continued to try and maintain a relationship with. It was to the detriment of both of us, and reading the "Whatever Clear Sky had that Gray Wing loved, Thunder Storm has never been privy to it" hit home in a way I wish they wrote

Without getting too much into it myself, BIG mood. "Failure to protect" is such an underrepresented thing and it's so complicated. Loving someone who didn't do the right thing, not being able to hate them because you know they did it because they were misguided, or too hopeful, or too forgiving.

I wish that more of these types of dynamics were explored, but in order for that to happen, the writers have to identify that this sort of situation is fucked up. That Gray Wing DID fail Thunder, and that there isn't... this weird, magical "blood bond" you inherently have with shitty biofamily. That those ideas come from somewhere.

They are so close to it sometimes it hurts.

But then you get a big old bucket of icewater with stuff like the Tom Debaucle lmao. ugh. Nope, they cannot even get the literal bellowing wifebeater dynamic right, let alone any other type of abuse.

But hey that's what fic's for, y'know?

[sourseat]

today i cooked again (wow two nights in a row) and made this one tin oven chickpea curry. given the 50km p/h winds i did not wanna leave the house to shop, so this was a ~use what i have~ dinner. it was a little bland, but for the amount of time + effort it took i'm not mad about it. i probably under seasoned it + i could have maybe doubled all the spices. i didn't have any mushrooms so left them out, and put coconut milk instead of heavy cream. would be delicious with some natural yogurt + fresh coriander. and/or fresh simple tomato + coriander + lemon juice salsa. i ate it with rice !

[moonchild-in-blue]

For the past ~whatever~ years, everytime I need to do a cool character in fantasy/magic games, I've always named them [greek myth inspired 1st name] Falafel.

Why Falafel? Because it sounds whimsical af. Even though it's literally food.

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

ok soim gonna ramble about the wedding in the tags cos this is my diary lol kitty dont read this (she's not been on tumblr in ages it should b fine pfft)