Aicha's kitchen

This morning I left l'hotel Majliss for Aicha's house. While waiting to find the perfect apartment, I'm going to be staying with Aicha and her husband. Despite the fact that she's fasting during the day, Aicha made me at least two meals along with two pots of Moroccan mint tea; she also hand-made at least 500 cookies for tonight's iftar at her sister's house.

Aicha is a French professor by profession. She's been able to take early retirement as part of a program that was put into practice a few years ago meant to reduce the number of state employees in higher education.

Aicha's kitchen is a wonderful place -- chirps from the canaries, the far-away sound of traffic from below, and the crackle of frying dough, along with charming conversation, make it the most comfortable place in all of Rabat! It's going to be difficult to be truly motivated to go apartment-hunting in earnest tomorrow. However, now that I've learned a few tricks about cooking in Morocco, I admit to being eager to move into my own apartment and trying some Moroccan cooking of my own.