Another follow-up to my previous wordy post…the delicious bread that was cooked in a wood-fired oven, which arrived at the tables with the stones from the oven still embedded in it. Luckily I didn’t break a tooth. Speaking of teeth, Norah lost a tooth in Morocco and the tooth fairy made a special trip to leave 50 dirhams under her pillow.
My brother-in-law Mustafa:
The stones:
The ladies baking outside behind the restaurant:
Bread in the oven:
