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HIGH ATLAS TRADITIONAL OVER COALS CLASS EU200 pp
2 to 6 guests
Over the hills and far away, to a tiny olive farming hamlet that we came to know and love, more than 15 years ago when curiosity big time, took over when picknicking with guests in an old palace and looking in the distance to see a minaret, peeping from amongst the trees and whispers of smoke floating upwards, nearby..the temptation to walk closer was well and truly given in to, not knowing at that stage that it would mean wading across a snow fed river because the wobbly bridge we spotted mid way across had until, then, been hidden from view..the wade was rewarded, times a miion when we were all of a sudden invited to a wake which began something so astonishing, returning to cook with the ladies in their courtyard kitchen, to dance at weddings and to celebrate new babies and now we bring help... all this was at the epicentre of the September '23 earthquake and there is not a house left standing nor an animal, grazing...we cook as the ladies still cook, bread ovens were quickly built and so we begin the class...kneading the bread, setting the fires, prepping the tajine, blistering the peppers surrounded by people full of hopefullnes, swishing tent flaps open instead of a creaky door, older than time..we promise you unforgettable and a divine lunch..there may even be be some cheese making..
Preparing for our arrival
The tajines, the tomatoes the twigs
The stove top, the skillet, the smoke
A minute one September night..
I will always remember you ..this way x
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