I sniffed. Ah, lemon. The smell of clean. “Shukran, Fatiha,” I expressed my thanks as I followed my house helper out the front door. I loved Wednesdays. It meant a visit from Fatiha who doused my tile floors with buckets of water and “Monsieur Propre” (the Mr. Clean equivalent), finished my dirty dishes, and swept … More Even though
We have now landed in the US, but this was a draft that I never posted. I won’t quickly forget driving in Morocco… When I step into the car my mind often goes to the 80s song by the Fine Young Cannibals, “She drives me crazy.” But I sing it with an “it” instead of … More Crazy driving
Here are some things that I buy weekly, if not daily, that I wanted to make sure I captured so I won’t quickly forget how much I depended on them. Milk in half liter containers. What I pretended was cream cheese. Nice in a coffee cake. This is the yogurt company that I remember as … More Familiar products
Down the street from Omar, the fruit and vegetable guy, is the “chicken man” nestled under his orange awning. (And yes, in case you are wondering, I did buy some of those delicious, sweet beets sitting there.) The chicken man has so much more than poultry! He has my favorite olives, marinated with citrus. He … More The chicken man
Morocco has plenty of juice places. It’s a refreshing and inexpensive snack. Plus, they are beautiful–a delicious strawberry one. My favorite–an avocado with ground almonds and dates–sitting next to a mango friend. I love being together most of all.
This is mundane–it’s a little peek into the kitchen to see how I clean veggies! We use a purple pill (potassium permanganate) to chase away all of those bad pesky microbes. I’m not sure quite how it works, but we’ve trusted it for years. We soak the vegetables for a few minutes and then rinse. … More Purifying veggies
The to-do-list includes a haircut for John and ingredients for potato salad. The winter sun glints our eyes as we clink our outside metal door closed. My two youngest keep in step as we head to the main street. A white fabric tent is at the end of the road, in the road. I comment … More A neighborhood walk