Today was our cooking class that we booked on line at Faim d'Epices. They were to pick us up in front of our hotel at 10:00. We were down a little early and the cab drivers/guides told us that they would take us. No we'll wait. Tours were offered and suggestions made by the cabbies.
Within a few minutes up pulled a nice van with the name on the side. We hopped in the front seat and there were three other couples in the back.
It was at least a 20 minute ride out of the city, near Timbucktoo, but an interesting ride to see a different part of the city. Highway turned to city road to country road with speed bumps, turned to gravel. No speeding and good driving.
We arrived at the farm and the owner, Michel, greeted us and invited us into the lobby where our group of 10 sat as he gathered tea or coffee.
We introduced ourselves to each other and decided we would have a fun day. A couple from Manchester a little younger than us, their pregnant daughter and her husband, also from Manchester. A newly married couple from London, first grade teacher and website designer. And a couple Stanford grad students, one lived in California and the other Switzerland.
Michel was a bit of a character and entertaining. Originally French it took only a little time to get used to his his accent. He spoke clearly and made sure we understood what he was saying. Very knowledgeable on his spices and we had discussions during the day about the country, politics, and the people of Morocco.
He explained we would watch bread making, learn about spices while the dough was rising. Make our bread, watch salads be made, cook our beef tagine (kind of a stew), cook our bread, make crepes, then eat.
A lot of moving from our cooking station to the demonstration counter. Our instructor, Nazhel, lives in the city and rides her moped out each day, There were a couple staff that did some food prep and stocked and cleared the stations. Very well orchestrated all day.
His color is purple as all the accent colors were purple, his hat band, watch, shoes, cushions, and toilet seats were all purple. Even the blacked out sunglasses he made us wear as he held the different spices under our noses. He showed us real saffron and explained why there was no way they had real saffron at the price they offered in the spice shop we visited in the Souks.
We ate our labor (not goat) outside, complimented the chefs, had dessert with our crepes and ice cream. We were delivered back to the hotel a little before 5.
An excellent way to spend a day in Marrakech!
We received our Diploma and some pictures Michel took of us along with more recipies in an email.
When you go . . . wear something PURPLE and you will be the teacher's pet!!
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