Horse’s Breakfast – Cordoba, Spain

…When I was a kid, my mother gave us ‘horse’s breakfast’ before school. Horse’s breakfast? I ask, perplexed. It is fresh bread soaked in red wine. So you had bread soaked in wine, and then went to school?   How old were you..? Alvaro, a Portuguese gent whose acquaintance was made in Chefchaouen, offers a…

Camping Cuisine: Sausage on a Stick

  Sitting beside a fire on a cool, clear night, what warms the heart and satisfies the soul like a greasy, smokey sausage, grilled to sooty perfection on a stick? You will need: 1 dry clean stick 1 – 9 sausages (depending how hungry you are.) Some bread A good hot bed of coals If…

Sick and Tired – Marrakech, Morocco

…”What’d you say?   You got a problem?” I ask, like a badly written character in a Roger Corman film.  We stand there for a few seconds eyeballing each other…  I know I’m not really going to get into a fight with an amphetamine pumped Moroccan waiter.  I can picture them plopping my entrails into…

Tough Talk – Fez, Morocco

…”You care for nothing but yourself, young man” he tells me, his voice rising in anger. I laugh, stunned. “You are wasting my time!” he shouts, “you are the only one alone.   Everyone else is in a tour group.   Only you are so selfish!..” We ask Ouma if she would like to go…

Another Big Feed – Fez, Morocco

As a small thank you to Ouma and her family for their gracious hospitality in Fez, we make them a big feed of pasta and cucumber salad.  It goes down well, especially with the kids, and we are very flattered by the praise of the aunties.  One Eid Al Adha I’ll never forget.    …

Fresh Meat! – Fez, Morocco

…Ouma insists I taste the brain, and the eyes, so I take a deep breath and…  it’s delicious.  Seems like anything Ouma’s mum cooks is good.  Now I’ve eaten brain I feel like a real adventurer.  Or maybe a zombie… Ouma invites us to spend Eid Al Adha with her family in Fez.  We are…

Viva Canadians – Fez, Morocco

  We roll into Fez with Hathim, a really nice guy who drives us all the way there from Chefchaouen. Hathim drops us at McDonalds, and we set about pinching a bit of WiFi.  A couple of friendly Canadians overhear us talking and say hello.   We talk about our travels, and explain that we…