Friday was a hectic day. After dropping off the kids at school, I
ran to the store to pick-up a few things, such as the buttermilk that
was needed to make Fresh Fruit Cakes. One for a friend and one to keep
;)
After getting back home and
putting the grocery away, I decided to make couscous. Perfect for this
cold weather and for today. After all, it is Friday and growing up,
Friday was always Couscous Day. The improvised Souks in the narrow
streets would fill with ambulant vendors who displayed in their stalls
all the ingredients needed for the quintessential Friday Lunch in
Morocco. The colorful etalages exhumed the smells of the
sun-ripened tomatoes, huge "Cinderella" pumpkins, cabbage heads,
different varieties of turnips, as well as the other essentials such as
zucchini, carrots and fava beans. Then of course, one had to stop at the
herb lady with her seemingly never-ending bunches of cilantro and
parsley, laid on a cloth on the ground where she sat cross-legged. The
trip to the butcher came next. Then on to the creamery "Mahlaba" to get
"l'ben" or buttermilk.
When
mom made couscous at home, she always enough to feed to feed our small
family and more. You just never knew who would stop by on their way to
the Friday prayer. An uncle, aunt, or both. Whoever stopped by was
invited to come back afterwards to share lunch. If they were unable to
stay, then a plate would inevitably be prepared and sent over to their
home. Our neighbors got a nicely done plate. And so did the "guardien"
stationed at the entrance of our cul-de-sac. Basically a security
guard/errand boy/handyman that the families living on our small street
employed to keep an eye on things and help with everything. Other dishes
were plated and saved for another uncle or cousin would might stop by
after work. So on Friday at our house everybody got his share.
The big lunch was served with plain buttermilk, and Saikouk. Saikouk - also a Moroccan street food - is buttermilk served with cooked plain couscous and freshly steamed fava beans. The kids usually sweetened the buttermilk with sugar or honey and ate it as dessert.
Ah, the days...But I digress.
Anyway, the kids came home to warm fruit cakes before heading off to music lessons and the couscous was made and thoroughly enjoyed later for dinner that evening with enough left over to be had for lunch the following day. Couscous recipe to follow in a later post.
The Fresh Fruit cake is one that I have been making for a few years. I first found it in a Food & Wine cookbook. I have been making it with whatever fruits I have on hand. Recipe below.
Peace
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