I still remember the first time I tasted Tabbouleh. A local restaurant in Austin, the town where I grew up offered a Middle Eastern platter with crispy herbed falafels, lemony hummus and portion of tabbouleh salad with its bulgur wheat, tomatoes and parsley. For a girl who grew up on casseroles, garden vegetables and rabbit meat my family raised ourselves, this was the height of exoticism.
Tabbouleh lovers can have passionate opinions about the proper proportions of ingredients. I prefer a more filling salad that showcases bulgur as the main ingredient.