Dates have been high on my priority list since my trip to Morocco late last year. I just cannot stop eating them! They have been extremely useful in my efforts to cut down on cookies, cakes and, and , and. Although I have always loved them, I have never quite appreciated the true nature of this dried fruit. Besides being a good source of fiber, dates are very rich in vitamin A1, C, B1, B2 and B3, they contain high levels of potassium, magnesium, copper and manganese. Furthermore, they have have supposedly nearly 20 type of amino acids to assist along with the digestive process. So, it is something I can really enjoy and know that I am doing something good for my body at the same time!
I truly love the medjool dates most. They are rightly known as the “King of Dates” and are clearly are superior in terms of their size, and the moist chewiness on texture. I sometimes taste a caramel flavour oozing out of the plump dates…. Continue reading “Date Loaf Bread: Vegan” »
Churros! Before last summer, I had never actually eaten one before. I was always maintained a very snobby attitude towards them, deeming them nothing more than unhealthy globs of flour and water deep fried in bad oil. Well, in fact, they are just that. But while in Madrid last summer, I really had little chance of escaping these fried bits of dough. They were everywhere I turned, in cafes, in stands, in bakeries…..every-where. They stood in high competition with all the ham I could not escape either! After my first week, I decided that I should at least taste one before casting judgement.
After having taken my first bite, I decided that I needed a sample of a variety from different locations, such that I could get a good idea of what these things are, and how they are supposed to be. I asked a few Madrileños on the street as to where I could find the absolutely best Churros, and I got a surprisingly unanimous vote for one particular place in the center of town. I headed there immediately and was met by a rather unassuming place. Continue reading “Churros” »
So, each morning as the cook prepared the msemmen, I observed quietly for the most part, and intermitted the silence with a few questions here and there. Initially of course these questions were all food related. And then, as with all relationship as they evolve, the spectrum of our conversations widened to include just about anything that two thirty-something ladies talk about. Continue reading “Moroccan Crepes: Msemmen” »