There are some things I missed about London while in Morocco: cool breeze (a warm gust of air is not refreshing in the slightest when it's 45 degrees out), water that doesn't make your hair feel like it's been coated with a strange kind of wax which gives you the Straw man look and a few other seemingly petty things.
Now back in the Queen's land, I miss Moroccan breakfast and fruit juices most of all. Harsha, semolina bread, Miloui, layers of crunchy dough, Milles trous (Thousand holes/pancakes), Corn Harsha - all served with honey - dates, black wrinkly olives and Amalou - an almond, honey and argan oil butter. Everything is homemade of course, so I can't read the break-down of ingredients and fat, which allows me to enjoy with no guilt or reflections on butter quantities.
Friday, 24 July 2009
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