Thursday

I have moved to Thursday. When the taxi was going to the town I was going to, and was going to Thursday, I thought nothing of it. Then, on the first Thursday I was in my new flat, my landlady said that the landlord had gone to Thursday. Right. Then I heard my lovely newContinue reading “Thursday”

Couscous

We think we know couscous. In the Moroccan sense though, I’m not so sure. So let’s start with a quiz: What day of the week is couscous eaten? How is it cooked? With what foods does it implicitly always come, when someone says, ‘we’re having couscous’. What is the dairy product that is often used?Continue reading “Couscous”

L hawli

It bleats, it pants, it kicks, it smells, it is: ‘l hawli’.  As I pass by the market with my clearly French face, this is helpfully (and without my asking) translated for me as: ‘le mouton’. L hawli, le mouton, the sheep, has arrived in central Rabat. The holy festival of Eid l’Kbir (big Eid),Continue reading “L hawli”

Spryte

My trip to Morocco begins with, ahem, Spryte. I’ve obviously changed a letter but it will get us used to the interchangeable y/i in Arabic. Of course in fact it is actually known the same here as everywhere else. So we start with sameness rather than difference. Having arrived at Gatwick airport hot and thirstyContinue reading “Spryte”