[Please don’t open this post if you have issues with looking at where meat comes from. Really. I warned you.]
While volunteering in Berrechid, Morocco I met David and Austin, who had been there a while and knew M. and S. They all asked if I wanted to tag along on a car ride to somewhere to maybe eat something. Yep, sure did.
in a car!
We pulled into a parking lot in front of a row of covered patios filled with smoke…
…and smiling butchers.
After browsing through the options, S. picked out some ground beef for us to share.
our meat, in the queue
In the meantime, we chose a tagine (in case that bag of meat wasn’t enough for all of us)
…and M. poured the tea tea.
And then the meat!
M. and S. tried to help with our darija (Moroccan Arabic) vocabulary. This lesson covered pretty much everything. Black coffee and ground beef. Please.