Sweet, juicy orange slices à la cannelle before boarding our train to Marrakech - Plump purple and yellow olives, bursting tartly in our mouths as we watched the evening scene unfold in the Meknes' zoological garden - Fighting for the last miniature crispy briouates oozing with warm Nutella after a morning spent exploring le Jardin Majorelle - Sampling spoon after spoon of herbed honeys in Casablanca's old quarter - A local Meknes mother stopping in the street to let us try freshly made kaab el Ghazal, still warm from her oven - Savoring homemade confiture d'abricot and tangy yoghurt on spongy pancakes in a quiet olive grove - Sipping hot, sweet mint tea with almond cookies on the roof, as dusk descended over Fes and the evening calls to prayer began, one after another after another, the chorus enveloping us until there was no other sound.
Last night Pem and I went to Hanoi's one and only Moroccan restaurant, Le Marrakech. Our dinner brought me back to these favorite gastronomic memories from our adventure in Morocco two months ago. If you were able to read that previous paragraph closely enough, without your tastebuds urging your mind elsewhere, you may have noticed that not once did I mention 'tajine' or 'couscous'. Don't get me wrong - we had some tasty couscous and tajines during our trip. However, being vegetarian severely limited our tajine and couscous choices and though some restaurants offered slight variations, I thought they all tasted pretty much the same. Most lunches and dinners hardly left a lasting impression. Rather, it was at the breakfast table, in the souk, or during tea time that I had some of my most vivid encounters with the tastes of Morocco.
Below are a few tidbits, if you'd like to see...
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