You must have noticed the deafening falafel related silence over the last year, dear readers. The truth is, my baby hates falafel (and hummus). I wasn't able to eat anything chickpea related for my entire pregnancy, or anything containing garlic or spices. In fact, I lived almost entirely off potato waffles and vegan sausage rolls.... Continue Reading →
Falafel in strange places
So we moved house, just in time to welcome our new arrival into the world. If he ever appears that is, he seems to enjoy being wedged in between my ribs and lungs whilst simultaneously pressing on my bladder too much to ever want to leave. He's like an enormous octopus, punching and kicking me... Continue Reading →
It’s a…baby
Yep, that's right, my rapidly expanding waistline wasn't entirely due to my excessive falafel consumption in recent months. Every time I go for a check or scan, I am mildly surprised that my bump does, in fact, contain a human baby, and not a large ball of falafel (as previously suspected). As a slightly paranoid... Continue Reading →