Ginormous Ginger Stir-Fry
Ginger. I don’t quite know what to say about ginger. It is one of those elusive ingredients that is easy to find when you don’t need it for anything, and difficult to locate when you do. At least in Morocco. So when I bought a half-kilo of the stuff on a whim, I found myself struggling to find enough recipes to justify the sheer amount of ginger I’d purchased.1 And then it hit me.2 Stir-fry. Killing two birds with one heavy lump of ginger, I justified the impulse buy and satisfied my ever-present Asian food craving at the...
read more ->Minestrone-y Minestrone
The weather is beginning to turn cold here (in Moroccan terms, that means it rained a little this week) so of course my thoughts turned to soup.1 Erm. I mean, I began craving soup.2 I have always loved minestrone, but it never made me giggle until I watched Green Wing for the first time. Here’s the scene in question: [jwplayer mediaid="2435"] So without further ado, I bring you minestrone-flavored minestrone. Vegetarian, vegan, relatively low-sodium,3 packed full of fresh vegetables, and utterly delicious. Minestrone-y...
read more ->Tangier Tabbouleh
So I’ve been meaning to blog my tabbouleh recipe for many months now, but never had the presence of mind to take the accompanying photographs each time I prepared it. Tabbouleh was one of those things that I always had as a kid, not because my parents are of Middle-Eastern descent, but because it is delicious and healthy. In fact, I was often shocked that my friends at school had never heard of tabbouleh, quinoa, falafel, and other such delights. Like most kids view mac & cheese as a culinary staple, I assumed that pesto, whole-wheat...
read more ->Marrakesh, a Visual Tour with Haiku Anecdotes and Explanatory Footnotes
Since my last post was so long-winded, I figured I’d go in the opposite direction with this one… At the end of March I met my dear grandparents down in Marrakesh1 We had orange juice for breakfast every morning It was delicious2 Lunch at a cafĂ© recommended by my friend and very purple3 They both exited into sunlight, their figures dark against the door4 Heat in the main square radiated off a man in red, who strode on5 We walked through the souks dark with shadows but light in the eyes of merchants6 The streets are filled...
read more ->Weekend in Italy
Two months ago, I ended up in Italy for a conference. (You know, my glamorous librarian lifestyle.) In a misguided effort to save money, I flew a discount airline to Bergamo, rather than straight to Milan where the conference was. And you know what? That ended up being one of my best travel decisions ever. The trip was off to an excellent start with the continuation of my favorite Madrid airport tradition. (Favorite tradition, not favorite airport. Madrid-Barajas is a soulless warehouse of an airport, with vast, fluorescent-lit hallways and...
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