One of the things that deeply impressed me during our trip to Morocco three years ago was the finely crafted pastries, specifically marzipan — bright little bite-sized sculptures, each piece crafted with individual attention. Adorned with itty bitty flower cutouts and edible beads, they were almost too pretty to eat, …
Come into my store. The spice-sellers in Marrakech’s mellah are charming — less pushy than the aggressive salesmen around touristy Djmaa el-Fnaa plaza, but clever salesmen nonetheless. Their goods are enticing, and if you linger too long over a mysterious brown twig or white powder, you’ll find yourself getting a …
Where have I been for these past two weeks? Two continents and more than a dozen towns on the other side of the Mediterranean basin — Spain and Morocco.
