What a lovely weekend! On Saturday, I did almost nothing, which was quite nice. On Sunday, we went to Providence and had some yummy falafel wrap and hummus.
It still amazes me that I eat such things. When I was a child, my parents frequently accused me of being a fussy eater and I believed them. It took me years to figure out that my so-called fussiness was simply a natural aversion to overcooked spinach and other similarly unappealing foods which no one should ever be asked to eat. Now I freak my parents out with tales of meals they’ve never dreamed of trying.
So the next time you don’t see my parents at the falafel stand, ask them who’s the fussy eater now! 🙂