The mystery pot
While perusing the Creuset catalog, I had wondered about the purpose of some of the items on offer. This evening, during a rare moment of community, I learned part of the answer.
First, a picture. (It also has a name: tagine)
I can imagine things that would be interesting to cook in this – cakes, for example, or wonky loaves of bread. However, after a visit to a local restaurant. I now have a realistic answer. Chicken stew. That’s not the name from the menu, and the meal didn’t exactly match any stew I’ve ever prepared; who knew that olives were good in a spicy, saffron coloured supper presentation. According to the little research I’ve done, this is a cooking utensil used by the Berbers, and it allows a slow-cooked meal to baste in its own juices. My meal also included a Chorba algéroise (a soup with vermicelli and chickpeas).
See, I’m a regular fountain of acquired learning. And, no, this doesn’t have anything to do with fountains.
This was a communal meal. A celebration of both past and ongoing events. The difference is that our group now includes children (one was actually available for the outing). I wonder if I’ll be as spry, twenty-five years from now?
The postal system might return to working order, if the new government has anything to do with it. My only sentiment is that I’ll be happy to receive whatever packages are trapped in transit. For the rest, it’s just one more place to look for bills. I can now check my plastic debt online, so the monthly statement is “old school”.
