Monday, Wash Day

I didn't leave the house today (dar chebab closed on Mondays). But fear not: the community was with me. For you see, the neighborhood children have contests to see who can shout or scream the loudest every few hours. I'm not cleverly trying to say they're loud--I think that's actually a game they play.

What I did today (aside from endless buckets of laundry):

Peace Corps Recipe for Baba Ganoush:
1 large eggplant, roasted in the oven for half an hour and peeled
3 tablespoons tahini
3 tablespoons lemon juice
1.5 tablespoons olive oil
2 teaspoons sesame seeds
2 garlic cloves
salt and pepper to taste
....put everything in the blender. Chill. Eat. Feel slightly ill because you ate too much.

Bread I Invented That I Loved, But Who Knows If Others Would At This Point:
Some yeast, mixed into some water
Some sugar
A few handfuls of whole wheat flour
A little white flour
Some salt
Some olive oil
Some basil (I think, the one that's like oregano)
Some chopped garlic
....mix all and knead. Let rise 1 hour. Beat down and knead some more. Let rise one hour. Beat down and knead some more. Let rise, bake. Brag to Moroccan women that you made bread and are now worthy of being considered a real woman.

Falafel From Instant Mix From America:
--Empty pouch into bowl; mix powder with 1 cup water
--Heat oil in pan; fear the oil
--Fail to cook a single falafel glob evenly, and scald yourself with oil
--Curse; yell at the cat
--Luckily anything deep fat-fried is delicious even if it's cooked wrong