CHICKEN AND BISCUITS IN MOROCCO
As the eldest, I got to ride on the mule’s back while Granddaddy plowed. Cynthia pulled carrots and fell on her bottom, and our roly-poly...
Fried Chicken in Morocco, cont
There is no stove. Let me be more specific – there is no stove in the kitchen I am working in. Villa Mabrouka is a beautiful, gracious...
Morocco part 4
Those damned beans. What the hell am I going to do about the beans?? My friend FA and I have scoured Tangier, going thither and hither...
Morocco: lunch is served!
It’s 6pm on Friday night. On the stove, there is a large orange oval Le Creuset and a 15-quart spun aluminum pot, both straddling two...
