recipe for happiness
The ingredients of this recipe are only two and also easy to find: a friend Libyan and a free afternoon. In case of difficulty in finding the first ingredient, you can easily ring the bell to close our Moroccan, Tunisian, Egyptian, Iranian, Iraqi, Arabic words, just to be clear. But if one has problems, sonocazzisuoi.
Last Thursday I was in the throes of Magone, I was there with tears ready, the belly, not the head, the ones that when you are not you the leverage anyone, when I called to ask Mohammed if I want to learn how to make couscous with meat or fish. Of pesceeee, MO.
Arriving in Samia's house at four o'clock, with BabyM supereccitato idea to spend the afternoon with Naceur, and Raghed Sahel.
The smell of "camunhot" that greets me at once begins to dissolve those stubborn tears. A little Arabic, some in English, some gestures, Samia begins to explain and show all stages of preparation. I diligently take notes, Sara controls and attacks them mercilessly to laugh, sigh! Write here the recipe is not even mentioned, that cooking was only a pretext. He wanted to be together Samia and I, to ask about our worlds seem so far away, so intimately close, at least for us.
After two hours at Sautee had prepared the fish couscous (the name of the fish used, there was a debate: Samia El Bahar Kalb was the dog or the sea, Mo, a volgarissoima grouper, I am inclined to the dog ..) and a salad of shrimp, tomatoes, onions and balsamic vinegar of Modena. In less than no time we loaded pots and children in the car and we went to eat at the farm. It really is not a farm, but a house in the country, since the only animals present were Mo and EDG ...
The atmosphere was relaxed as usual. We ate the mulberries, collected for the dwarf, the burnt popcorn and made an incredible race with the wheelbarrow!
Those are BabyM and Raghed photo during a break. The photo, in the evening, with the flash, it sucked, but the subject was so beautiful that I spent two hours with photoshop .. cazzaggiare
forgot, the sadness of that day has magically vanished in the smoke and the couscous in the eyes of Samia, seeing is believing.