One of the hardest things about Morocco for me is the complete lack of understanding for the individualistic, go it alone, American attitude. As most of you know, I have lived by myself quite happily and generally when attempting something new or challenging, I prefer to go it alone without anyone else interfering. This is not really a possibility here for most things. A good example are the god damn couscous balls that happen on Fridays here.
The way Moroccans eat couscous is by grabbing a handful and gently letting it form into a ball that you then pop into your mouth and eat. It’s harder than it sounds because the couscous is hot and if you are too sudden in your movements, the couscous crumbles. Well, every friday we eat couscous and every friday, I try to make these damn little balls much to the amusement of Hanane’s family who watch and offer all kinds of advice, so much so that I can’t really think about what I’m doing and my chances of making the balls disappear.
Then out of sympathy, her mother and father start making couscous balls in their hands and handing them to me with such rapidity that I no longer have the time required to make them on my own. I finally had to tell them to stop, even though I think it was fairly rude of me, but they still persist. In any event, I’m a temperamental person and sometimes it’s hard not to fling the couscous balls against the wall, but so far, I’ve avoided this. If we were drinking, I’m sure there would be couscous in every direction, luckily, this good Muslim family has nothing to do with the booze and thus, neither do I. Whew!
I’ve decided to try to take as many pictures of all the food we eat here and create a Moroccan home cooking food porn bit.
Bayd wa Matisha. They call it B.M. which I find to be pretty funny. It means eggs and tomatos, the quickest and easiest. It is made of olive oil (zeet) with tomato, onion, garlic, and cilantro all fried up and an egg cooked in the center. Then we sit around the pan at the table and eat it with bread. The tea is ubiquitous with every meal and quite probably the reason so many Moroccans are missing teeth. It is green tea brewed with a full cup of sugar. Sometimes there is mint thrown in, sometimes not. Sometimes it is poured over mint in a glass, sometimes not. The whole family thinks I’m crazy for drinking black coffee with no sugar or milk, but I bet my brown teeth will last longer than their white ones.
2 THOUGHTS ON “REAL MOROCCAN FOOD- BAYD AN MATISHA”
Isn’t boredom a wonderful incentive to meditate and relish the moment? Don’t worry, once you two are married and have a child you will never be bored again (or at least not for the first 6 years).
That food looks delicious. I think I’ll try cooking it. Good going with the black coffee no sugar/cream. Tea is full of antioxidants but I’m pretty sure all of that sugar counter balances it!!
Why isn’t paypal working for me? I click the link and it takes me to a 404 address. Yes I am technically inept.
How do they make that bread? It looks good. Is it whole wheat?
How do they make the coffee? Filter, french press or something?
Bored eh? Lol…didn’t someone say all wars exist because mankind can’t stand to sit silently in a room? I’m rootin for ya, but good gawd, there’d be some couscous on the wall even if I had to throw it when no one was looking.