The way the overcast daylight seemed to illuminate its crunchy, light brown shell still resonates in my mind.  While there is no “perfect falafel” unfortunately, not all falafels are created equal.  The particular one that graced my palate today was a fine specimen to behold, the type that gives rise to an internal struggle of emotions.  Inside raged the battle between quickly devouring the pure euphoria that is a fried chickpea ball and taking my sweet time so that I might prolong the already fleeting moments we had together.

The gyro stand I got my food from was conveniently situated at the end of the farmers market, next to several places suitable for sitting.  And for a place whose main attraction is all the things to purchase and browse, many people were sitting right on its perimeter, enjoying the food/things they had just bought, or doing nothing.  Like the part of a pie between the filling and crust that has just the right combination of gooeyness and hardness, the very outside of the perimeter was the best part of the farmers market.  There, people took a break from the overly crowded space of all the stands and had a chance to get to talk to their friends and enjoy what they had bought.  And a lot of people looked well past enjoying the food they had already devoured, but still looked happy to be sitting by Cayuga Lake in good company.  Once I was done making my own purchases, I wanted the event to be over because I realized I had assignments to do.  Spending an unnecessary 60 minutes of walking around was nice, though, because it was purely unnecessary and a break from a high pressured schedule.

Heads up, the Farmer’s market circulates different vendors depending on the season, so if you like falafel gyros get there ASAP.