So did anybody observe it?
Sadly, I did not. I ate some oatmeal for breakfast, a BLT for lunch, had a fruit salad with some Pequea Valley yogurt around 3, and one of my whole wheat couscous, carrots and greens (spinach, tonight) concoctions for dinner.
Friends have at times suggested that I buy a deep fryer, knowing as they do of my endless love of those precious little balls of chickpea, but I have smartly declined such advice, since I am what they call an 'addictive personality.'
And no man should eat falafel three times a day for a year, which is exactly what I'd do if I had a deep fryer in my kitchen.
(Just as nobody can eat 50 eggs.)
My favorite Israeli sandwich is sabich, actually, and it just so happens I'm fortunate enough that the best place in Philadelphia for falafel, Mama's Vegetarian, also makes the best sabich I've ever had. It's considerably better than Taim up in the West Village, which is certainly good itself, though I'm sure there's definitely a street vendor (or a hundred) somewhere in Israel who would blow my mind, on both counts, and make me reconsider everything I already thought I knew about food.
One day I'll find out for sure. Probably in 2015, actually...