By dinner table I meant...

When I said that I was uncomfortable drinking my clean, bottled water around my family at the dinner table, what I meant was something more like this:

Never did I encounter a typical dining room set in Morocco, even in the cities. Before my trip to Morocco, I had no idea what kind of food I was in for. I thought I would have to become accustomed to really spicy food (I have never done well with hot food), but it all seemed to be the contrary. The food was full of flavor, yet it was totally bearable for my wimpy taste buds. As you can see in the photo, an entire family can eat out of one dish. They usually don't use silverware, but during our stay my family felt obligated to provide me with a spoon. A real Moroccan uses the meal staple that at one point, everyone on the trip felt as their enemy. It is called khobz. You rip off a piece and use it as your scooping tool to get to all the goodies in the communal dish. There were usually a range of vegetables then chicken or lamb. I really tried not to think about how the animals walking around outside were potentially my meal for the next day...eek.

In accompaniment with the meal, Moroccans are obsessed with tea. It was such a big deal I think I will devote an entire post to it later. Look forward to it.

If you're interested in trying some Moroccan cuisine, Yelp says that Kasbah in Ballard is pretty good (you can even get a belly dancing show). http://www.yelp.com/biz/kasbah-seattle

Bon Apetit! or supposedly Biss'ha in Moroccan Arabic