What do falafel and Bamba have in common?
I learned how both are made today!!
This morning I went to an activity hosted by the Tsofim (the Israeli Scouts) who are part of our group. We made falafel with chips (fries). Of course, the falafel paste came ready made and the fries were in frozen packets but it was still fun. A few of us started fires in the fire pits and then began making the falafel balls. Not s
ure how it happened, but I ended up being the one with the metal spoon dropping the falafel balls into the pan of scalding hot oil, cooking them and then getting splattered again by hot oil when I took them out. As you might expect when cooking on an open fire in the heat of the day in a spot in Israel with no shade, I got a bit toasty...literally. After about 40 minutes of making enough falafel to feed an army I took a moment to step back and realized that the fronts of my legs were bright red with what looked like a very bad sun burn. It's now about 9 hours later. The legs are looking much better- more like a blotchy skin condition than a sun burn. Moral of the story: don't bother to make your own falafel- just buy it.
After a wonderfully nutritious meal of pitot and chips (still don't like falafel after all that) we headed over to the Bamba factory for dessert.
Bamba is a peanut butter flavored snack that is enormously popular in Israel. The building we visited is incredibly the only Bamba factory in Israel (besides for a smaller one that makes the new chocolate Bamba). They gave us plenty of free samples.
Fun Fact: their mascot, the naked baby, was only introduced in the early 90s and was received so poorly that they were forced to discontinue it for several years before reintroducing him for a second time with greater success.
I learned how both are made today!!
This morning I went to an activity hosted by the Tsofim (the Israeli Scouts) who are part of our group. We made falafel with chips (fries). Of course, the falafel paste came ready made and the fries were in frozen packets but it was still fun. A few of us started fires in the fire pits and then began making the falafel balls. Not s
ure how it happened, but I ended up being the one with the metal spoon dropping the falafel balls into the pan of scalding hot oil, cooking them and then getting splattered again by hot oil when I took them out. As you might expect when cooking on an open fire in the heat of the day in a spot in Israel with no shade, I got a bit toasty...literally. After about 40 minutes of making enough falafel to feed an army I took a moment to step back and realized that the fronts of my legs were bright red with what looked like a very bad sun burn. It's now about 9 hours later. The legs are looking much better- more like a blotchy skin condition than a sun burn. Moral of the story: don't bother to make your own falafel- just buy it.After a wonderfully nutritious meal of pitot and chips (still don't like falafel after all that) we headed over to the Bamba factory for dessert.
Bamba is a peanut butter flavored snack that is enormously popular in Israel. The building we visited is incredibly the only Bamba factory in Israel (besides for a smaller one that makes the new chocolate Bamba). They gave us plenty of free samples.
Fun Fact: their mascot, the naked baby, was only introduced in the early 90s and was received so poorly that they were forced to discontinue it for several years before reintroducing him for a second time with greater success.
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