We made a false start at landscaping last spring, our first spring after we bought this house in Fall 2010. Maybe we didn't have a clear vision or maybe we picked the wrong guy to work with, because we abandoned the job before it began.But when we were in Morocco in March, our vision was clear: we . . .
What comes to mind when you hear the words "Sahara" or "desert?" (Yeah, we're back in Morocco. Never left, really.) Camels. Everywhere, including cute babies. I fell in love with them. I mean, who could resist a napping camel? And they smile, too. So sweet. There they are, waiting for . . .
I know. The title was irresistible. So there we were on the way to the Sahara when we came across this sight. They're macaques, the most widespread kind of primate in the world. They have a very hierarchical social structure in which higher ranking monkeys can take food right out of lower . . .
Our company Saturday night enjoyed an authentic Moroccan dinner.Pictures? you ask? No time. Dinner was labor-intensive. In fact, we counted 25 person-hours to make this dinner and it included a slow cooker. Yes. That many. Plus, I set the stove on fire just after our guests arrived. Oh yeah. . . .
Crouched down on their haunches by the side of the dusty road, astride a mule, under an awning in a café, on a stone fence wrapping and rewrapping their yellow turbans, men here have mastered what looks like the Zen art of sitting. They aren’t looking at their Iphones, texting friends, emailing, . . .
By far, the most delicious dessert we had in Morocco was this: Cinnamon Orange Salad. Here's how to make it: Slice up some sweet oranges. Sprinkle cinnamon on them. Serve. Seriously.After a spicy and delicious Moroccan meal, these were a refreshing last course.To be really traditional, add . . .
Jurassic-era fossils here. I can’t even imagine having a dining room table made out of rock containing prehistoric fossils. Or a sculpture. A bathroom sink. A kitchen counter.Or even a small dish. And yet, we saw an operation that mined fossil-rich rock from Erfoud, Morocco and carefully . . .
So we're walking in the souk in Marrakech. We notice a woman standing in a doorway holding a basket of bread dough. She and Mohamed exchange a few words in Arabic, he takes the tray from her and off we go to the bakery, where we will drop her dough off to be baked. She and Mohamed are complete . . .
Tassels are very Moroccan and we saw them everywhere and in every known color. And some unknown. I bought one of these small ones for my car rear-view mirror to remind me of our trip. These larger ones were lovely. Tassel-swinging along to music is apparently a Moroccan art. We saw it on . . .
"I keep thinking about going back to Morocco," I said to M. the other day."I don't think you ever left," he responded, and maybe he's right. I've been home more than two weeks, but the sights, sounds and flavors of Morocco are still with me, especially the tastes. Even though I have a . . .