🧆 The Falafel Heresy — Why Form Is a Wonderful Servant (and a Terrible Master)
Yesterday, I found myself laughing while eating falafel. 😹 A sentence that, at first glance, does not sound like the beginning of a great revelation... No thunder. No lightning. No ancient scroll falling from the sky. Just me, sitting there with my ridiculously delicious food. But somehow, my falafel had started a very serious philosophical conversation. Because I had done something slightly outrageous: I had changed its shape. Instead of making round falafel balls, I had made little bars. Not because I wanted to rebel against tradition. Not because I thought: "Finally, after centuries of falafel making, I will discover the true falafel." But because I wondered: What if I stopped asking what falafel was supposed to be ? What if I simply asked: "What would serve this meal best?" Not the tradition. Not the expectation. Just this moment. This little creation I wanted to make. This wrap I had been dreaming about....
