Essaouira Fish

A long time ago, when I was 15, I ran away from home. I certainly had my reasons, but my sister and her friends had also afforded me a rare opportunity. My decision was encouraged by the fact that I did pretty much whatever I wanted anyway, and as well, I had, quite literally, dreamed it would happen, during the year before.

So I was gone for a year and a half, and during that time, I spent about 6 months in Morocco, living as the people lived there, sleeping on pallets made from forest materials (a sleeping bag was cheating, but I had one), cooking over fires, baking in clay ovens. A fair bit of this was done in the most beautiful place I had ever seen: a village called Essaouira. I’m taking off a few pounds right now, and in my quest for appetizing recipes, I ran across one for the fish they made there. It fits perfectly with my diet! So I thought I would tell that piece of the story and post it. I will let you know how it turns out. It smells real nice though.

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