The first thing I got wrong about Moroccan mint tea, years ago, was thinking it was a drink. It isn’t. Or at least that’s not the part that matters. Across enough time spent in Marrakech, I’ve been handed a glass…
I get asked some version of the same question constantly by friends heading to Marrakech: “is a Moroccan cooking class actually worth it, or is it a tourist thing?” The honest answer is that both versions exist side by side,…
The best thing I ate last week cost twelve dirhams. It was a bowl of babbouche, snail broth, from a cart on the edge of Jemaa el-Fna, ladled out by a man who has stood behind that same pot for…
