Cooking class

While Ingrid took a tour to a nearby village, I signed up for a cooking class. To my surprise, I was the only one! Two lovely ladies picked me up just outside the Blue Gate and we went to the market together to buy all the ingredients for meatball tajine. The class was held in their own home - where they took off their hijabs and outermost robe to cook more comfortably in tshirts and leggings. One of my hostesses was pregnant and had wonderful henna tattoos all over her hands, arms and feet she had gotten at the baby shower. They represented all the good wishes and blessings for the child and mother to be. As I chopped veggies, grated tomatos and rolled meatballs as instructed by her mother in law (who also served mint tea and home-made Moroccan pastries and cookies), she showed me pictures of her recent wedding, telling me all about how they celebrated such special events, her cats and we also talked about our shared passion for art (henna and watercolor).
When the tajine was done, it turns out it was all for me and they didn't want to join in eating it (apparently they had had lunch earlier). So I somewhat awkwardly had my portion (it was delicious 🤤) and donated the rest to the family before we all said our goodbyes.Læs mere