Had dinner with friends on Saturday night and were chatting to a Moroccan friend, who is about to move to the UK, and we were explaining about all the different root vegetables that we have there, that are not available here. Moroccan tagines are great with root veg and he is a very good cook and will have fun exploring cooking with turnips, parsnips, swede etc.
Made me wonder about other things we can’t get here. When I first arrived 8 years ago trips back to the UK included a supermarket trip for various foodstuffs. Now a lot of them are available here, or we’ve found alternatives. Indeed, after such a long time I don’t taste any difference between ‘our’ produce and those from the UK, but then that could just be my bad memory.
Now the only foodstuff I bring back is Marmite (for gravy cos our Knorr stock cubes are really pale) and I do miss Heinz Baked Beans, we get beans in tomato sauce but they really aren’t they same, although they are acceptable with a smidgen of sugar and shake of Worcestershire Sauce (Jessy’s not Lee and Perrins).
Just found this week proper sized tea towels in the supermarket, my sister in law thought I was mad using tiny dishcloth sized tea towels when she visited, but that was the only size available until now.
We still get excited when something familiar to us appears in the shops for the first time, and within days the grapevine has worked and the shelves are empty! Unfortunately Moroccan stock replenishment leaves a lot to be desired.
For example hide dog chews, theres only one shop in Agadir who sells them and they had them constantly for the past two years but they’ve run out for the past three months now with no rhyme nor reason.
Then there’s the difference in culture, you can buy dried stuffs weighed out in little bags, flour, cous cous, rice etc, like the old grocery shops of my childhood. And everything is in season, strawberries are only available here in the winter months, prices go up and down enormously depending on whether its the height of season or not, we get some imported fruits but never vegetables, this is how life should be, we shouldn’t be flying our food half way round the world in my opinion.
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Also everything is made freshly, ready meals have only started to appear this last year, individual lasagnes, frozen fish in batter, pizzas, and I imagine these are only bought by us mad foreigners. Bread is baked freshly twice a day and is as hard as a rock the next day because they don’t use the preservatives, they just buy fresh.
Yesterday I was watching Come Dine with Me, and they were going to great lengths to make home made ice cream, and I had just made some jelly and ice cream myself, but mine came from easy packet mixes, again a recent addition to the supermarket shelves.
Found it interesting that Morocco is just entering the convenience foods market, and the UK seems to be coming out the other side, with a return to locally grown produce, home baking, cooking from scratch. At least, that’s what the TV shows us, but then again, it also shows us families who eat nothing but convenience stodge and takeaways. Whats the truth? Whats in your shopping trolley?
And after a cuddle and a clean up….
More details tomorrow….but doing ok so far, thanks to the fabulous foster mum.
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It struck me the other day how small my world has become since owning two hounds. Before I had them, I’d walk around town or along the beach every day, not only for the exercise, but to be amongst people.
Now, I go to the park. Every morning. I walk, they run, play, sniff, explore, then they run some more. Sometimes I am out two hours, sometimes longer, depending on what the rest of the day has in store.
Sometimes I sit, like yesterday, and just be. Everyone needs time to be calm and the park is that place for me, I love our time there, and so do the dogs!
Often, after a long walk, I don’t feel like going out again if I don’t have any chores or engagements, and I realised yesterday that yes, my world has got smaller, but also richer. I am very fortunate.
Where do you go to just be?
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When Tara, my first dog, was a pup we used to walk in the local park, quite often bumping into a lady who had five dogs. As Tara got bigger, we started to walk further afield, firstly to give her more of a run, but also because the local park is full of the African ‘disease’ – litter – and the other park is much nicer.
Just recently we’ve been cutting across the edge of the local park on our way, but Tara has taken against one of this lady’s dogs (which was a tiny pup but is now a huge beast) and if she sees them in the distance, she simply plonks herself down and refuses to go on. So for an easy life, I’ve just been turning around and going a different way.
This morning, my neighbour stopped her car and asked if I was ok, and I explained about Tara’s sudden aversion to Chico and she was so relieved, she said she had seen me turn around and walk away from her several times, and she wondered what she had done to offend me.
It made me wonder how many other times in our life we unwittingly do something that is misunderstood, and are never given the chance to explain.
Has it happened to you?
Well its more of a mild grumble really, but I thought I’ d start off gently and ease myself into it….
The park where I walk my dogs used to be full (and I mean full) of rubbish. Moroccans have no concept of keeping things tidy and there are no litter bins to speak of. The park gardeners had lost heart and said why? they’ll just leave more tomorrow.
Anyway, about November I decided instead of spoiling my walk by muttering about the trash, I’d keep one little area clean…day by day that little area grew and grew until all of the grassed areas were relatively clear. The gardeners to their credit saw my efforts and joined in, if not exactly enthusiastically, they still did some. Yes, every morning there’s the day before to clear up after, yes people still leave stuff everywhere, some look at me like I’m mad, but its hugely satisfying to see what a difference can be made, with just a little effort. So what’s my gripe?
Blooming gardeners who spend hours and hours raking leaves, twigs and rubbish into piles at regular intervals around the park, and – then leave it there. So the stray dogs and cats rummage through it to see if there’s any food and the wind blows it all over the place, and basically it all has to be done again tomorrow grrrrrr.
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