So apparently couscous every Friday is a thing and our first experience was today.
I was supposed to have a Darija test after school which I took, and then I had such a migraine I was just going to go to bed, because we have an outing at 4 pm today. Instead, I find out we're going to my mom's mom's house for couscous with the family. And I couldn't find a graceful way to get out of it. Raging headache and nausea in place, I embarked on the 20 minute car ride there.
Nice house, they are near the ocean. Everything is very tall instead of wide here. The view from the top of their house is magnificent. There were also so many people at the house I have no idea who I met and who they were. But the grandmother keeps birds (though it looked like too many birds in too small a cage...). So we sit down to eat couscous and I'm like about to puke and just want to sleep. It's a bunch of couscous and vegetables in a huge tajine. Like, huge.
I was supposed to have a Darija test after school which I took, and then I had such a migraine I was just going to go to bed, because we have an outing at 4 pm today. Instead, I find out we're going to my mom's mom's house for couscous with the family. And I couldn't find a graceful way to get out of it. Raging headache and nausea in place, I embarked on the 20 minute car ride there.
Nice house, they are near the ocean. Everything is very tall instead of wide here. The view from the top of their house is magnificent. There were also so many people at the house I have no idea who I met and who they were. But the grandmother keeps birds (though it looked like too many birds in too small a cage...). So we sit down to eat couscous and I'm like about to puke and just want to sleep. It's a bunch of couscous and vegetables in a huge tajine. Like, huge.
So maybe 10 or 12 of us are squeezed around this tiny table to eat from this huge tajine. We got spoons, thankfully, but everyone was eating from the same bowl. No individual plates, which I've sort of gotten used to. I didn't eat much. I didn't know it at the time, but my roommate told me after the fact the family was complaining or whatever in some mix of Fusha and Darija that I wasn't a good "player" because I wasn't eating. I must be pretty good at hiding the fact that all I want to do is puke, apparently. But I don't really care. I really hate that food, love, and hospitality are all linked to your appearance in a family setting or whatever. I don't care, I'll eat what I want, thank you.
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