…was Morocco. We honeymooned in Tenerife, which is off the coast of Morocco, owned by Spain, and largely populated with the English. But tonight, Moroccan food! We had a cous-cous, the national dish, made with fake beef chunks from May-Wah instead of lamb. It was yummy, and fairly well received. Also had Dukkah, which would have been better if I’d had proper hazelnuts instead of these weird Chilean hazelnuts from Trader Joes. We finished with Moroccan Date Cake with generous squirts of Whipped Cream. Right now, I have teff flour in a bowl, hopefully fermenting, so that I can make injera and round off our week with an Ethiopian meal. I might need to do a week on/week off, though. Travel, while broadening, is exhausting.