Just ridiculous. If Chef Boy-ar-dee had a Moroccan cousin named Chef Boy-al-Medina, this would be the dish that made him famous. It had all the softsaltymeatysweet qualities that made that canned garbage so pupil-dilating back when you were 8 (full disclosure: I only had it a few times, at other people's houses, but the memory stuck) but with all the complex Mahgreb spices and lamby funk intertwining warplike through the weft of toothsome starch. And the sweet was all tomato.
It made me miss Marrakesh. 20 years is a long time.
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just checking in... love this post. it's so YOU. now i'm going to start back reading...
lots to catch up on
oh and hey - no need to comment on my site. really. honestly. it's ok. i know how you think, you turd.
That looks like something I could so totally drop my face in and take a nap. And it would feel good.
Claudia: OK then.
Brooke: So good. And yet cheese-free!
LOL... somehow i think we may be the only country on earth that has anything resembling chef boyardee. just sayin'.
i'm definitely going to have to remember that merguez recipe. it's on the "sausage to make" list.
yes, we have that type of list.
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