Traditional Moroccan Cooking

After finding a taxi driver that sort of understood the address we were going to and after being yelled at as to why we did not know where we were going. We finally met up with Fouzia and were welcomed warmly into the fold. She lives with her Aunt Soed ..I think that is how it is spelt, she is the same age as Fouzia. My first cooking lesson occurred after Fouzia finished work. She is studying as well as working and speaks excellent English so I was able to find out a lot of information about life in Morocco from a woman’s point of view. She made Harira the Moroccan soup made from lentils and chickpeas. It took ages with a lot of chopping and cooking but the end result was wonderful. I can’t wait to go home and cook it for the family. The next day we headed off to the huge Souq that sold everything you could imagine and we had another lesson about marriage and weddings and birth and celebrations. The trappings of our weddings are miniscule compared to theirs. It is a three day event to start with, with 9 changes of clothes .The clothing is elaborately decorated. It is really a sight to behold in this section of the Souq where all of this is sold. It would be great to see it all in action at a real wedding. Maybe if Fouzia finds her rich, travelling man. It was an entertaining few hours.