Morocco Part 3
Most of you won’t be surprised to know that my favorite part of Morocco was the food and we definitely spent a large percentage of our time sitting in restaurants and food stalls. Lots of tagines (sort of like stews) and couscous but since each chef prepares their dishes a different way, I never got bored. The kids enjoyed the food as well!
Everywhere you go in Morocoo there is mint tea.
Nico enjoyed the mint tea. Of course he did. Did you see the size of those sugar cubes?
He also enjoyed shopping for traditional Moroccan sweets
We did not go to KFC although I must admit that I was curious as to how the colonel’s “secret recipe” would taste after it had been “enriched with modern oriental flavor.”
We did spend a lot of time in Djemaa el Fna, Marrakesh’s historic central plaza. It’s full of snake charmers, motorcycles, beggars, food stalls and people hawking just about anything you can possibly imagine (for example, if you need a set of dentures, there is a man selling them there). I found the toy vendors to be a bit of a challenge since their method was to just walk up and hand Luca whatever toy it was that they were selling (balloons, wooden snakes, etc) as he sat in his stroller. The poor kid got used to having things handed to him, only to have them yanked away moments later.
Above is the plaza during the day. At night-time there are about 10 times as many people and a whole lot of action. In Djemaa el Fna Plaza you can see things like two fully-veiled lady balloon vendors in the midst of an argument- each one yelling in Arabic at the top of her lungs while wildly shaking her enormous bunch of balloons at the other.
You can eat some snail soup
Or, like Nico, you can try some sheep brains.
Nico pre-sheep brains
And post-sheep brains
He said they tasted like eggs. I tried them as well and although I have to admit they were way tastier than I’d expected, I couldn’t get over the whole sheep brain thing. Especially since there were several assorted animal heads on the counter less than five feet from where I sat and this tended to serve as a rather graphic reminder.
For me, the olives were more tempting
And here we are on our last night, feeling sad that I had just finished my last Moroccan chicken tagine with caramelized onions, olives and preserved lemons. Time to go back to Spain.
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