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Falafel Found, Finally

Monday, May 31st, 2010

Falafel is one of those foods you take for granted until you can’t find it anywhere.  In New York, there were a dozen little shops within walking distance of my apartment where, for about five bucks, you could get a pita crammed full of veggies, tahini sauce and delicious warm nuggets of fava beans and parsley.  In Baltimore, falafel is a specialty item, mainly found at upscale mezze restaurants.  An Arab lady briefly opened a gelato shop up the street from our church, and when we found out she made falafel on the side, we tried hard to keep her in business.  Unfortunately, she closed after less than a year (probably because the Middle Eastern side of the menu was insider’s information.)

But today, on a Groupon adventure, Rob and I found falafel.  Tahina’s is so well-designed and efficient, it looks for all the world like a chain restaurant; Rob dubbed it “the Middle Eastern Subway.”  I would say it’s closer to Chipotle, as the ingredients are all fresh and beautiful. My research, however, turned up an even better scenario: it’s a brand-new venture by a marketing firm who wanted to try out some of their tactics on their own business.  They’re calling it the “first of 300.”  Boy, do I wish I had enough venture capital to be number 2!

Like Chipotle, you choose a centerpiece (beef, chicken, or falafel — and who in their right mind wouldn’t choose falafel?!) and a presentation (pita or salad.)  Then the fun begins.

There are a staggering number of vegetables (crispy fried eggplant rounds, red cabbage, sprouts) and salads (carrot and cilantro, cucumber and tomato, spiced chickpea) and sauces (baba ganoush, hummus, and yes, tahini.)  You can also get slightly inauthentic toppings like pickles, cheese and honey mustard. As many as you want (my salad teetered precariously as I carried it to the table) for about $6 per entree.

The restaurant also sells fries; eggplant and sweet potato options are a nod to the Mediterranean, and a “sauce bar” is meant to evoke Belgium’s frites shops, I think.  After our falafels, we didn’t want anything else.  But we will be back.  And you should join us!

A New Love

Thursday, May 6th, 2010

I love to learn.  This might be why I occasionally love to teach, too.  I also love a good deal.  This might be proof that I’m Armenian.

Thus, I purchased a Groupon awhile back for a month of yoga classes at Charm City Yoga (turn volume down if exploring that link!) which has four locations around Baltimore; I got to six classes in a month, most with my friend Jamie, and I’m sad to know it will end tonight.

As I drove home from class, I reflected on some of the things I love about yoga, none of which I could have predicted until I tried it.  From least to most important:

1. It’s a great workout. Anyone who thinks it’s simply stretching is woefully misinformed.  I left my first Vinyasa class drenched in sweat and was sore for several days afterward.

2. It leaves you feeling peaceful. As much as I loved running and hated to give it up, I never liked the way I felt afterwards: tense.  Yes, I got a nice feeling of exhaustion and a rush from the endorphins, but my neck and shoulders were always tight, and my feet hurt, even before I developed plantar fasciitis.  When you leave a yoga class, you feel tired, but very peaceful; more flexible, more open.

3. It’s centering. I know I have shared this Tolstoy story before, but in case you haven’t read it, please do; it explains so much of what I hate about modern life.  I feel we are always looking back, with nostalgia and relief, or forward, with anticipation and dread.  We try to accomplish so much at once that we rarely take the time to ground ourselves in the beauty of the present moment.  Yoga forces you to do this: you concentrate on your breath, your body, the room you’re in, the presence of others, the voice of your instructor — all the visceral and tangible signs of the world around you.  You have to pay attention and be present.

4. It’s deeply spiritual. I have always thought Orthodoxy had much in common with other Eastern religions, and I have found yoga to be very much in line with its tenets.  At the beginning of each session you set an intention, a prayer — something you lift up and ask for throughout the practice, either physical or spiritual.  As I breathe, I say the Jesus Prayer. I often find myself praying for others in the class, for the instructor, and for myself: as my body grows stronger, I pray that my faith will, too.

So.  Yoga.  Who knew?  This is why learning is such an amazing thing.

Ten Pens

Monday, March 8th, 2010

Remember that lame thing everyone was doing on Facebook awhile back?  It was called “Twenty Things” or “Forty Things” or “A Whole Bunch of Unrelated Self-Centered Thoughts” or something like that.  Somehow it became undeservingly and wildly popular in a short amount of time.  (Which, normally, never happens on the Internet.)

Well.  I hereby present Ten Pens.  It’s way more fun, and just as free.

Take ten pens from around your house.  They must be free promotional pens.  If you’re short a few, I’ll lend you some: I rounded up 58 just by looking in the study.  They’re all going to school, in case anyone there wants to play (and because, seriously, they seem to multiply exponentially every 13 days or so.  I’m worried about the load-bearing capacity of my desk.)

Now, try to imagine how they might have entered your house.  Word limits are lame, but keep it short or your audience might fall asleep.  (All three of them.) Here are mine:

  1. Mini Cooper: Let’s Motor. This is one of those cool moving pens; when you tilt it, the little red car sliiiiiiides back and forth from the Hollywood sign to the Statue of Liberty.  And it was completely free!  All we had to do was buy a car.
  2. Revlimid capsules. Please see accompanying full prescribing information, including Boxed WARNINGS. I guess these prescription drug giveways must work, or no one would continue doing them.  I just have one question: “Boxed warnings”?  They don’t sound too bad.  Better than the free-roaming warnings that catch you by surprise, anyway.
  3. My school. Awwww. Actually, to be fair about 12 of the 58 were from my school.
  4. My school’s archrival school. What th–?!  I did tutor a couple of students from there, but I think I would have noticed this pen before now.  At the very least, I would think my school’s pens would be ostracizing it, but noooo, they’re playing nice and being friends.
  5. Best Wishes in the year 2003, Enslin & Son, Hattiesburg, Mississippi. My father’s family’s butcher shop.  We last visited there for my grandmother’s funeral.  It was a sad time, but wonderful to see them all, and I loved the tour of the slaughterhouse and my dad’s accompanying anecdotes from the summer he worked there as a teenager.  We also got married in 2003, so I think their best wishes might have helped a little.
  6. Mark & Anna’s Wedding: The Highlight of 2009. Most original wedding favor ever, from a very original couple!
  7. Sauza Tequila. Once again, what th–?!  We don’t own a bottle, and I’ve never even heard of that brand.  Tequila is not my scene.
  8. Microsoft. Steve, this means nothing to us!  We swear!  We don’t know how it got here or where it came from!  We’re burning it right this very instant and burying the ashes in the back yard under the Apple tree!  Isn’t that poetic justice?  Steve?  STEVE!  DON’T YOU WALK AWAY!
  9. Kone Elevators & Escalators. Courtesy of my husband, who goes to trade shows and can’t turn down a freebie to save his life.  Really, if he had to choose between certain death and a duffel bag of stuffed animals with building product manufacturers’ logos imprinted on their bums, I might have to raise Maia by myself.
  10. My high school alma mater. This isn’t technically a pen, it’s a letter opener — but it counts solely because of the number of times I’ve reached for it intending to pick up a pen.  A clever ruse, but I’m wise to it now.  Away, fiend!  Into the bag with the others!

Okay.  Your turn.  Comment here with a link to your Ten Pens post!  If it doesn’t go viral within a week, I’ll be personally offended.

A Great Idea

Wednesday, November 4th, 2009

In my experience, these don’t come around often.  But last week, the Newseum (where I recently took a group of students on a fantastic field trip) e-mailed me to say that there were discounted tickets available at a site called Groupon.  It’s pretty simple:  basically, when a lot of people promise to buy something, businesses can afford a drastic discount and still make a profit (and, hopefully, lots of repeat customers.)  Simple, but effective.  Hence, a Great Idea.

Every day the site features another local business with a deal in the neighborhood of half-price.  Many times it’s a $50-for-$25 deal, or similar, at a local restaurant.  Or a discounted oil change or massage. And sometimes it’s cheaper tickets to a very expensive museum.  Over 6000 people bought tickets Friday (sadly, I was not one of them; I meant to, but missed the 24-hour boat.)  They have dozens of cities on their site, so have a look at yours, your families,’ and any you might be visiting in the next few months.

Enjoy!

It’s Long. And Gross.

Tuesday, October 13th, 2009

But you owe it to yourself to read this article about E. Coli food poisoning and its close relationship with mass-processed meat.  It says a lot of what Eric Schlosser said in Fast Food Nation.  Both are terrifying, horrendous and true.

Yes, it’s more expensive to buy meat from people who care about things like natural and humane processes.  It’s a lot more expensive.  Ground beef from our Amish farmer is $4.50 a pound, and chicken breasts are $8.50 a pound.  So we eat less of them.  We eat more eggs and more produce, much of it local.  Not such a bad deal.