The falafel waffle

It's getting so much easier to say 'no' to things. You know, like those fatty, greasy foods that sometimes I really, desperately want to eat. There are times when I especially crave cheeseburgers and french fries — they were some of my favorite foods my whole life. But I've gone weeks without them and every time I get that hunger (all in my head, I know) I've been able to convince myself to eat something else. Something usually WAY more healthy.

My saving grace in all of this has been my husband. He has his moments where his food weaknesses become my food weaknesses (such as TWO lunches at the local favorite Chinese food restaurant in the last two weeks), but overall he is always game to eat whatever healthy, vegetarian fare I ask him too. Also, he is the cook in the family. He doesn't just EAT what I ask, he COOKS what I ask. Almost every day I come home with a new recipe and every evening he labors in the hot kitchen to make me something good to eat.

Last night he rebelled. I asked for the baked falafel sandwich recipe I'd seen on the WW website and he, obligingly, made them. The husband and I aren't new to falafel. We love falafel. In the past though he always deep-fried the patties, which he made from a mix he found in the natural foods section of the store. The recipe I asked him to cook last night called for making the falafel mix from scratch using chickpeas, onions and all sorts of spices, and then baking them in the oven.

I loved them. No, wait. I LOVED them. I seem to be loving everything I eat lately, but these were especially good. My husband, on the other hand, was less than pleased. In fact, he handed me what was left on his plate (which I gleefully gobbled up) and ordered himself a pizza.

And I? I said 'no thanks' to the slice he offered me, and I meant it too. It didn't look good and it didn't smell good. I would much rather have the falafel.