…she apologised at least a few times for not giving us her entire attention while she was cooking for us last night. and then she added that she “gets totally into it” that it takes over her whole head. or words to that effect. i didn’t mind. i liked it. i could wander around the house looking at her things, or trying to understand the hard-core tekk talk outside.
the food was wonderful – declared ‘hybrid moroccan’ by stacey’s cousin reeny, who should know, having been married in morroco, to a morrocan, with henna all over her hands.