The smell of parsley takes me back to the memory of my grandmother peeling the vegetables and aligning the spices in front of her: the red paprika, the orange saffron, the golden ginger, and the mysterious ‘Ras-El-Hanout’ which was a mixture of many of them. Little did I know that these spices were her magic powders transforming a simple bunch of vegetables and meat into delicious Tajines. Her kitchen was both a place of culinary pleasure and healing energy. If I had a stomachache, my grandmother would give me a spoon of cumin with water; if I had a sore throat she would prepare a drink with warm honey and lemon juice; if I had a cold, she would boil mint leaves and a tiny white flower that she used to call ‘fluor’ then gently make me inhale the vapor. I don’t know if her potions really worked, scientifically speaking, but I always felt better afterwards.
For me Moroccan cuisine is more than just food for the body; it’s comfort for my soul. And I would like to share with you through this website some of these delicious memories for your own enjoyment.