I suck at contests. I just can't seem to win anything, not even measly consolation prizes like coupons. All those mind-numbing nights I slaved over the Star Crossword Puzzle contest, dreaming of winning big bucks and brand new cars....All those painful hours I pored over articles for answers to questions in the Star Power of 9 contest.... All those brain-draining decisions I had to make to select the right photos for the MAS Let's Go Now contest....My blood relations have laughed at my futile efforts before. Mum even said that I was not destined to have any "wang choy" - the kind of luck where riches literally just fall into your lap. Instead, I would have to slog hard for my money. It really does takes a strong woman to soldier on in the contest arena....
So, you can imagine my shock and disbelief when I received a sms from my sister proclaiming that we had actually WON a children's picture book contest!! My sister, who was even more pessimistic than me on our chances, told me to check my email and see if it was a hoax. But it wasn't!! The publisher's website, OneRedFlower Press, carried the same announcement as the email! http://1redflower.wordpress.com/
It was a long bout of "Ka..Ka..Ka.." and "Oh My Gods" between my sister and I. She asked me if she was in the Matrix and whether Morpheus would soon turn up with the red and blue pills, while I was couldn’t help thinking of the dreamworld in Inception. What if Leonardo was just messing with my head??? I think part of the shock was due to how innocently the whole thing started, how the idea for the story came about and how we ended up submitting the entries. Never in a million years did we expect to win! Life certainly works in mysterious ways....
I am now really excited and looking forward to what's going to happen next. Our winning story is to be published and we are now initiating discussions with the publisher. I am already being propositioned by wannabe agents who think we’re going to be as big as JK Rowlings. Personally, I am happy if the book even gets made! Getting published will be one of the best prizes ever – of course, if it turned out to be the only contest I ever win in this lifetime, then it becomes THE best prize ever. An important lesson I’ve learnt from this is to always give things a try - you really never know what can happen! Onwards to the next contest!!
Friday, July 30, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Travel Memoirs - Sentierone Trail, Valle Verzasca, Switzerland Part 2
...CONTINUATION FROM PART 1....
When we reached the village of Brione Verzasca, T2 unfortunately had to abandon the trail as she was stressing out her knee a wee bit too much. So, both my trail buddies took the bus home from there. Since I was determined to make it to Lavertezzo to view my double arch bridge, I soldiered on. The sign to Lavertezzo showed the distance at another 2 hours and 15 minutes. Now, I cannot explain why the trail signages in Switzerland never displays the distance but the duration instead. One of these days, I will write to the Board of Walkers or whatever association they have governing this to ask them why. Previous experience doing walks in Switzerland taught me to always factor at least twice as much time than what the sign says. These times were adapted for super fit, tall, long-legged, mountain men and ladies, descendants of yodelling herdsmen who could leap over boulders in a single bound. Believe me, twice is the minimum factor – 3 times as much would be better suited for us unfit, relatively short, bandy-legged, city folks from Asia.
Now, the second last bus from Lavertezzo to Berzona was scheduled to depart at about 5pm. After that, the last bus for the day would leave at around 6pm. Since it was about 2.15 pm when I started off from Brione, that meant I had about 2 hours and 45 minutes to make it to Lavertezzo. I wanted to catch the 5pm bus so that I could make it back while there was still daylight. The thought of having to make my way back to the apartment from the bus stop in Berzona in the dark was not at all appealing - there were no street lights in these little villages and it was a good 15-20 minutes walk from the bus stop. So, I had to morph from short Asian city dweller to Swiss mountain lady in record time. Personally, I really wanted to test whether it was humanly possible to reach Lavertezzo in the signage-stipulated time of 2 hours and 15 minutes. So I set off from Brione at a really brisk pace.
All went well initially as the path kept relatively level. But after about 15 minutes, it started climbing. There was not much climbing thus far on the trail but it just HAD to start going uphill when I was in a rush. So, with super human strength, I kept up my pace and bounded up gnarled roots and muddy steps. Now, let me put things into perspective by saying that I had already done 3-4 days of walks and treks in Zermatt before this, so I was not really in my prime unfit condition. Everything passed by in a daze and a blur. How the heck do these Swiss people enjoy their walks when everything just whizzes past??? I am strangely proud to say I even embarked on overtaking some of the mountain people who were on the trail in my haste to make it on time for the bus.
Then, I entered the part of the trail that was called Sentiero Per L’Árte. The Board of Walkers decided that it would be nice to spice things up a little on the trail by letting various artists set up their art installations. I kept checking my watch and checking the times on the signages. So far, I was able to keep up decently – so I thought I would slack off my pace just a tad to enjoy the art pieces....
It seemed easy enough until the boardwalks ended at the water with no way across. The yellow marks on the boulder pointed the way forward but there were no board walks – just rushing water over rocks. Here, I spent a harassed couple of minutes back-tracking and trying to figure out if I took a wrong turn. Finally, I came to the inevitable conclusion that I had to walk across on the slippery boulders, in the water, forging through rushing, thunderously loud rapids to get across. Visions of my dead lifeless body floating down the Verzasca river came to mind. Slipping was NOT an option. I didn’t even think of taking off my shoes as I treaded my way on the boulders, praying fervently I would keep my footing.
Since I am here writing this, guess you figured out that I made it relatively injury free. But precious minutes had vanished and I was down to my last half hour to make it back in time to Lavertezzo. Squishing and squelching noisily in my shoes, I raced across the last part of the trail. Which was not fun as it was really muddy due to the rain. While preparing myself for the worst case scenario – basically having to wait another hour for the last bus and find my way back to the apartment in the dark – the adrenalin kept me going at breakneck pace. At last, I turned the corner and spotted the Ponte del Salti – the lovely double arch stone bridge of Lavertezzo. Yippeee! I was down to my last 5 minutes to get to the bus stop but I still couldn’t stop myself taking time for photos. I still had to enjoy the views right? Amazingly, I made it to the bus stop where groups of walkers were already waiting for the bus. And it was another 5 minutes before the bus arrived. The Swiss were notoriously precise but I was glad they were a little off this time, allowing me to take a breather and to enjoy the scene at the bridge.
I started deflating on the bus. Exhaustion started kicking in as I realized I had walked really fast, practically non-stop for the past 2.5 hours. And that doesn’t even include the first half of the trail from Sonogno. I still had to make it up nearly 300 steps to get to the apartment. But it was a sweet feeling when I finally rested my butt on the little stone bench in my apartment's garden and breathed in the sweet evening air of Berzona.
When we reached the village of Brione Verzasca, T2 unfortunately had to abandon the trail as she was stressing out her knee a wee bit too much. So, both my trail buddies took the bus home from there. Since I was determined to make it to Lavertezzo to view my double arch bridge, I soldiered on. The sign to Lavertezzo showed the distance at another 2 hours and 15 minutes. Now, I cannot explain why the trail signages in Switzerland never displays the distance but the duration instead. One of these days, I will write to the Board of Walkers or whatever association they have governing this to ask them why. Previous experience doing walks in Switzerland taught me to always factor at least twice as much time than what the sign says. These times were adapted for super fit, tall, long-legged, mountain men and ladies, descendants of yodelling herdsmen who could leap over boulders in a single bound. Believe me, twice is the minimum factor – 3 times as much would be better suited for us unfit, relatively short, bandy-legged, city folks from Asia.
Now, the second last bus from Lavertezzo to Berzona was scheduled to depart at about 5pm. After that, the last bus for the day would leave at around 6pm. Since it was about 2.15 pm when I started off from Brione, that meant I had about 2 hours and 45 minutes to make it to Lavertezzo. I wanted to catch the 5pm bus so that I could make it back while there was still daylight. The thought of having to make my way back to the apartment from the bus stop in Berzona in the dark was not at all appealing - there were no street lights in these little villages and it was a good 15-20 minutes walk from the bus stop. So, I had to morph from short Asian city dweller to Swiss mountain lady in record time. Personally, I really wanted to test whether it was humanly possible to reach Lavertezzo in the signage-stipulated time of 2 hours and 15 minutes. So I set off from Brione at a really brisk pace.
All went well initially as the path kept relatively level. But after about 15 minutes, it started climbing. There was not much climbing thus far on the trail but it just HAD to start going uphill when I was in a rush. So, with super human strength, I kept up my pace and bounded up gnarled roots and muddy steps. Now, let me put things into perspective by saying that I had already done 3-4 days of walks and treks in Zermatt before this, so I was not really in my prime unfit condition. Everything passed by in a daze and a blur. How the heck do these Swiss people enjoy their walks when everything just whizzes past??? I am strangely proud to say I even embarked on overtaking some of the mountain people who were on the trail in my haste to make it on time for the bus.
Then, I entered the part of the trail that was called Sentiero Per L’Árte. The Board of Walkers decided that it would be nice to spice things up a little on the trail by letting various artists set up their art installations. I kept checking my watch and checking the times on the signages. So far, I was able to keep up decently – so I thought I would slack off my pace just a tad to enjoy the art pieces....
Did I mention there were waterfalls along the trail too? About an hour away from Lavertezzo, the trail became a couple of boardwalks placed across boulders to cross a crashing waterfall and stream which joined up to the river.
It seemed easy enough until the boardwalks ended at the water with no way across. The yellow marks on the boulder pointed the way forward but there were no board walks – just rushing water over rocks. Here, I spent a harassed couple of minutes back-tracking and trying to figure out if I took a wrong turn. Finally, I came to the inevitable conclusion that I had to walk across on the slippery boulders, in the water, forging through rushing, thunderously loud rapids to get across. Visions of my dead lifeless body floating down the Verzasca river came to mind. Slipping was NOT an option. I didn’t even think of taking off my shoes as I treaded my way on the boulders, praying fervently I would keep my footing.
Since I am here writing this, guess you figured out that I made it relatively injury free. But precious minutes had vanished and I was down to my last half hour to make it back in time to Lavertezzo. Squishing and squelching noisily in my shoes, I raced across the last part of the trail. Which was not fun as it was really muddy due to the rain. While preparing myself for the worst case scenario – basically having to wait another hour for the last bus and find my way back to the apartment in the dark – the adrenalin kept me going at breakneck pace. At last, I turned the corner and spotted the Ponte del Salti – the lovely double arch stone bridge of Lavertezzo. Yippeee! I was down to my last 5 minutes to get to the bus stop but I still couldn’t stop myself taking time for photos. I still had to enjoy the views right? Amazingly, I made it to the bus stop where groups of walkers were already waiting for the bus. And it was another 5 minutes before the bus arrived. The Swiss were notoriously precise but I was glad they were a little off this time, allowing me to take a breather and to enjoy the scene at the bridge.
I started deflating on the bus. Exhaustion started kicking in as I realized I had walked really fast, practically non-stop for the past 2.5 hours. And that doesn’t even include the first half of the trail from Sonogno. I still had to make it up nearly 300 steps to get to the apartment. But it was a sweet feeling when I finally rested my butt on the little stone bench in my apartment's garden and breathed in the sweet evening air of Berzona.
Sunset view from the apartment
Conclusion – Valle Verzasca ROCKS and ALWAYS factor in twice the amount of time stated on the signages, if not thrice the amount. You will get to actually enjoy the scenery and your short, Asian bandy legs will thank you for it!
Conclusion – Valle Verzasca ROCKS and ALWAYS factor in twice the amount of time stated on the signages, if not thrice the amount. You will get to actually enjoy the scenery and your short, Asian bandy legs will thank you for it!
Travel Memoirs - Sentierone Trail, Valle Verzasca, Switzerland Part 1
FOREWORD : It surprises me a little that I have not blogged about anything related to travel so far. Must be because of the fact that I have been marooned in Malaysia for the past 7 months since starting work again. But I am getting a little excited now because in just two weeks, I am finally taking my first trip for 2010! Yay! To get my travel juices flowing again, I thought I'd start reliving some of my previous travel experiences...Since I love going for walks when I travel, I'd start by sharing some lovely treks I have taken...
Sentierone Trail, Switzerland
Apparently, the scene where James Bond bungy-jumped off the dam in the movie Goldeneye was filmed at the dam in Valle Verzasca, in the Italian speaking region of Ticino, Switzerland. So, when I found myself staying in Valle Verzasca a couple of days, I did consider trying it out. But thoughts of me splattered against the dam wall like a swatted fly and not being able to enjoy the rest of my vacation put a full stop to that possibility. Instead, I proposed to my travel companions, T1 and T2, a nice, leisurely, walk along the River Verzasca following the Sentierone Trail. The trail actually stretches about 25km from the Tenero, situated at the river mouth, all the way to Sonogno, the last village at the end of the valley.
Since there was no way we could do 25km over unfamiliar territory in one day, we decided to take the local postbus from Berzona where we stayed, all the way to Sonogno, and start the walk back from there. Then, when we’ve walked till we can’t walk anymore, we could always crawl our way back to the nearest bus stop and ride back to Berzona. Brilliant plan! Our target though, if our legs could carry us that far, was to end at Lavertezzo, about 14 km from Sonogno, where we would bus back to Berzona. There was supposed to be a beautiful double arch stone bridge at Lavertezzo to admire and I was looking forward to that.
Though it had been raining intermittently since our arrival in the valley, we were greeted by some sunshine on the day of our walk.
Timing was everything as the postbuses were not that frequent in view of the tourist season winding down at the end of September. We managed to catch the bus from Berzona without a hitch and soon found ourselves at Sonogno. It was a pretty little village with well maintained stone cottages typical of the Ticino region.
Several photos and a bakery stop later, we were on our way out from Sonogno. The yellow signs pointed the way to the next village along the trail as we traipsed along the fairly level path in the forest next to the river. The air was fresh and the sound of the river crashing noisily onto the rocks next to us was invigorating. The Verzasca river was definitely not the peaceful, slow, meandering type. The clear waters which reflected the sun in tinges of blue and emerald rushed by furiously over large boulders and rocks. These powerful natural forces probably made the valley the perfect spot for that James Bond dam. We took out time on the trail and enjoyed the views, stopping for photos at every little strange plant we came across...
While the sky looked a little cloudy, the sun blazed strongly. We hoped the weather would hold out for us to continue the walk as long as possible. We crossed the river once or twice as our path took us zig-zagging through the little stone villages along the way. We couldn’t resist taking loads of the photos of the quaint stone cottages and the lovely gardens...and stealing bites from the apple trees....
The valley, once deemed a harsh and wild land, was home to hardworking farmers and their sheep. But that was a long time ago. Though there were still sheep to be found, the valley was now more of a summer getaway and tourist destination. There were a lot of abandoned cottages scattered across the valley, sadly begging for attention...
But we found the perfect spot for our picnic lunch, which we gobbled down hungrily.
And we found the perfect spot for a pee stop too...
Though I have to admit, it was pretty stressful trying to let it all out while whirling your head around like a frantic owl, keeping a lookout for passers-by....
...TO BE CONTINUED...
Sentierone Trail, Switzerland
Apparently, the scene where James Bond bungy-jumped off the dam in the movie Goldeneye was filmed at the dam in Valle Verzasca, in the Italian speaking region of Ticino, Switzerland. So, when I found myself staying in Valle Verzasca a couple of days, I did consider trying it out. But thoughts of me splattered against the dam wall like a swatted fly and not being able to enjoy the rest of my vacation put a full stop to that possibility. Instead, I proposed to my travel companions, T1 and T2, a nice, leisurely, walk along the River Verzasca following the Sentierone Trail. The trail actually stretches about 25km from the Tenero, situated at the river mouth, all the way to Sonogno, the last village at the end of the valley.
Since there was no way we could do 25km over unfamiliar territory in one day, we decided to take the local postbus from Berzona where we stayed, all the way to Sonogno, and start the walk back from there. Then, when we’ve walked till we can’t walk anymore, we could always crawl our way back to the nearest bus stop and ride back to Berzona. Brilliant plan! Our target though, if our legs could carry us that far, was to end at Lavertezzo, about 14 km from Sonogno, where we would bus back to Berzona. There was supposed to be a beautiful double arch stone bridge at Lavertezzo to admire and I was looking forward to that.
Map of Sentierone Trail
Though it had been raining intermittently since our arrival in the valley, we were greeted by some sunshine on the day of our walk.
View of Valle Verzasca from Berzona
Timing was everything as the postbuses were not that frequent in view of the tourist season winding down at the end of September. We managed to catch the bus from Berzona without a hitch and soon found ourselves at Sonogno. It was a pretty little village with well maintained stone cottages typical of the Ticino region.
Sonogno
Several photos and a bakery stop later, we were on our way out from Sonogno. The yellow signs pointed the way to the next village along the trail as we traipsed along the fairly level path in the forest next to the river. The air was fresh and the sound of the river crashing noisily onto the rocks next to us was invigorating. The Verzasca river was definitely not the peaceful, slow, meandering type. The clear waters which reflected the sun in tinges of blue and emerald rushed by furiously over large boulders and rocks. These powerful natural forces probably made the valley the perfect spot for that James Bond dam. We took out time on the trail and enjoyed the views, stopping for photos at every little strange plant we came across...
While the sky looked a little cloudy, the sun blazed strongly. We hoped the weather would hold out for us to continue the walk as long as possible. We crossed the river once or twice as our path took us zig-zagging through the little stone villages along the way. We couldn’t resist taking loads of the photos of the quaint stone cottages and the lovely gardens...and stealing bites from the apple trees....
The valley, once deemed a harsh and wild land, was home to hardworking farmers and their sheep. But that was a long time ago. Though there were still sheep to be found, the valley was now more of a summer getaway and tourist destination. There were a lot of abandoned cottages scattered across the valley, sadly begging for attention...
But we found the perfect spot for our picnic lunch, which we gobbled down hungrily.
And we found the perfect spot for a pee stop too...
Though I have to admit, it was pretty stressful trying to let it all out while whirling your head around like a frantic owl, keeping a lookout for passers-by....
...TO BE CONTINUED...
Sunday, July 18, 2010
SweeTooth Strikes Back....
Rising petrol prices, rising sugar prices, rising LPG, rising everything! Everything's going up except the salary. What's a gal to do in such trying times? Well, one obvious course of action is to try to earn money through other means of course! So, I've resuscitated SweeTooth from my flea market venture way back in February. Had hoped to milk the CNY cash cow back then. Now, I'm ready to milk the Hari Raya cash cow instead. A key production strategy change is to switch to Make-to-Order instead of Make-to-Stock to minimize inventory overruns like what happened at the flea market last time. Another strategy change is to focus on just 2-3 key products instead of doing too many variations. See? I'm finally putting my logistics knowledge acquired from my years in SAP to good use - finally, something fruitful from my years of slogging in SAP projects....ka ka ka...So here goes... my Shortbread Sensation flyer....
Friday, July 16, 2010
World Cup 2010 Final - Delayed Update!!
Delayed updates from the World Cup 2010 finals....
1. Fernando Torres - still looks good but again, only put in the last 15 mins of extra time. And pulled a hamstring, all on his own. Not a good tournament for you, mi amigo Fernando....
2. Wesley Sneijder - Dutch gangster who can shoot a mean long ball from miles away
3. Spanish defender with the beard – Found out his name - Pique. Still cute and great job!
4. Dutch guy who kicked Spanish guy in the chest - shame on you!
5. Heitinga - Dutch gangster whose second foul, which in my opinion, didn't really warrant a second yellow card. Should have been that Dutch guy who kicked Spanish guy in the chest. Bad luck for you Mr. H!
6. Spaniard with the headband - Identified as Ramos. Still looked like he had another whole can of coconut oil massaged onto his hair...but he played really well.
7. Arjen Robben - Dutch gangster who missed his two chances of beating Spanish goalie one-on-one and was really, really upset about it.
8. And finally, Puyol - again, what can I say... Thank heavens he pulled Robben down....
1. Fernando Torres - still looks good but again, only put in the last 15 mins of extra time. And pulled a hamstring, all on his own. Not a good tournament for you, mi amigo Fernando....
2. Wesley Sneijder - Dutch gangster who can shoot a mean long ball from miles away
3. Spanish defender with the beard – Found out his name - Pique. Still cute and great job!
4. Dutch guy who kicked Spanish guy in the chest - shame on you!
5. Heitinga - Dutch gangster whose second foul, which in my opinion, didn't really warrant a second yellow card. Should have been that Dutch guy who kicked Spanish guy in the chest. Bad luck for you Mr. H!
6. Spaniard with the headband - Identified as Ramos. Still looked like he had another whole can of coconut oil massaged onto his hair...but he played really well.
7. Arjen Robben - Dutch gangster who missed his two chances of beating Spanish goalie one-on-one and was really, really upset about it.
8. And finally, Puyol - again, what can I say... Thank heavens he pulled Robben down....
Thursday, July 8, 2010
World Cup 2010 - Latest Update!!!
Exclusively from me to you....the latest from the World Cup 2010 semi-final last night...
1. German goalkeeper - quite cute. Such a sad expression on his face when the ball hit the net
2. Fernando Torres - boleh tahan but only got in the game in the final minutes. So could use a little more viewing time for second assessment. Perhaps there will be more of him in the final.
3. Lucas Podolski - not bad, a tad serious looking though - smile a bit la, cameras are on you!
4. Kroos – cute but suffers the same fate as Fernando, too little viewing time. Alas, unlike Fernando, that’s the last we will see of this sweetie in this World Cup
5. Spanish defender with the beard – one of the rare hirsute footballers I have seen – cute in a hirsute kind of way. Pretty darn good defender.
6. David Villa – too short
7. Xavi – looks like he could be in IT line
8. Ozil – goldfish eyes....can pass off as Stallone's cousin
9. Spaniard with the headband - looked like he had a whole can of coconut oil massaged onto his hair...not good.
10. And finally, Puyol - what can I say... Thank heavens he scored....
1. German goalkeeper - quite cute. Such a sad expression on his face when the ball hit the net
2. Fernando Torres - boleh tahan but only got in the game in the final minutes. So could use a little more viewing time for second assessment. Perhaps there will be more of him in the final.
3. Lucas Podolski - not bad, a tad serious looking though - smile a bit la, cameras are on you!
4. Kroos – cute but suffers the same fate as Fernando, too little viewing time. Alas, unlike Fernando, that’s the last we will see of this sweetie in this World Cup
5. Spanish defender with the beard – one of the rare hirsute footballers I have seen – cute in a hirsute kind of way. Pretty darn good defender.
6. David Villa – too short
7. Xavi – looks like he could be in IT line
8. Ozil – goldfish eyes....can pass off as Stallone's cousin
9. Spaniard with the headband - looked like he had a whole can of coconut oil massaged onto his hair...not good.
10. And finally, Puyol - what can I say... Thank heavens he scored....
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Falafel - Vadai of the Middle East
I love falafel. It makes for a delicious sandwich. While travelling around Europe on holidays, I can't begin to count the numerous times the trusty kebab men with their kebabs and falafel served in warm pita bread offered a cheap and satisfactory solution to my hunger pangs. I can't think why I never attempted to make it till Ultraman suggested it recently. I used to think stuff like this would require the skills of a Michelin star chef to make, but surprise, surprise! It does take a bit of time if you are using dried chickpeas instead of the canned ones coz you have to soak them overnight and boil them for an hour or so. But anyone with some passion for food would be able to carry out the relatively simple steps to cook falafel. Google pointed the way to some pretty easy recipes and I ended up with some pretty decent Middle Eastern vadai.....
It starts with the chickpeas soaked overnight, boiled then drained....
Here comes the not-so-healthy part, frying... apparently, you could bake them too but I am the type who indulges in hokkien mee, so frying it was....
Yummy, yummy, humongous bites out of a humongous roll....Ultraman, being the sly fox that he was, managed to appear just in time for a freshly made falafel sandwich. Guess it does do the ego good to have someone other than your own self waxing lyrical about how good the falafel was :-p
It starts with the chickpeas soaked overnight, boiled then drained....
Then comes the chopping...garlic, onions, parsley....
Then some arm muscle is required to mash all the stuff up together with the seasoning....of course, you can use a blender too. I hate operating the blender that I have coz it never seems to blend everything evenly. So, what I did was to put the chickpeas in a clean plastic bag and hammered away with my rolling pin....Not very refined, but it works well enough!
Here comes the not-so-healthy part, frying... apparently, you could bake them too but I am the type who indulges in hokkien mee, so frying it was....
Drain on paper towels to get rid of excess oil....All fried up and beautifully brown...Really look like vadai don't they??
Assembling the sandwich....I got some Lebanese bread instead of pita coz I didn't quite like the pita sold at the supermarket (too thick and doughy). Lettuce, tomatoes and a good dollop of mayonnaise completed the ensemble. I considered making some tahini - which is a sesame paste - which was used to serve the falafel. But I thought that would be too much work as I was really looking forward to biting into the sandwich already....
Yummy, yummy, humongous bites out of a humongous roll....Ultraman, being the sly fox that he was, managed to appear just in time for a freshly made falafel sandwich. Guess it does do the ego good to have someone other than your own self waxing lyrical about how good the falafel was :-pTry to serve it freshly cooked while the falafel still has a nice crunchy exterior and soft moist center. If you leave it out too long, the whole patty becomes a bit soft. My Mum who only tried the patty several hours later said it was too soft for her liking and declared that it was "mm hoe sik" (Cantonese, translated as "No good"). Sigh, can't win them all.....
For the recipe, check out this link.... http://mideastfood.about.com/od/maindishes/r/falafelrecipe.htm
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