I made Falafels last week, and they were so yummy! A bit of a pain to make, but definitely worth the effort.
Now, I don't know if they freeze well, but I froze them anyway and when I was debating what I would make for dinner tonight (my first child-free night all week) the Old Guy said:
"How about the things you made last week?"
"The things in the freezer"
Hun, there are heaps of things in the freezer... what are you talking about?
"Those round things."
What round things? Chicken parcels?
Which freezer? For heavens sake ... Do you mean the one in here or the one in the shed?
"The one in here - where you put the balls."
What are you talking about then?
"You know, those things... Those f-ing awful things."
WHAT f-ing awful things? I don't have a clue what you're talking about!!!!
Are you complaining about my food?
"Noooooo ... I like most of your meals... well some of them anyway.
I just just think we should have those round ball things you made last week, with the peas in them!"
Peas? PEAS? I didn't make any... OH !! you mean the chickpea things?
YES! The chickpea f-ing awful balls ! That's what we should have!
Ohhhhhhh... you mean Falafels!
"Yeah! That's what I said! Those Fu**awfuls!"
So... I guess we're having f-ing awful things for dinner tonight
Which from the sounds of it, is nothing new.
And I think it's time to get the Old Guys hearing tested too.