We don't have many happy memories associated with Moroccan cuisine. To be fair, it was good the first 3 days. Then the novelty wore off. We couldn't bear to see another tagine, much less taste couscous.
There were choices. Lamb, Beef, Chicken Tagine. No pork in this Muslim state. Couscous. More Couscous. Brochettes. Kefta balls. Beef or lamb stewed in apricots or dates. Mountains of salad. And the very Moroccan Harira Soup.
I do like the Moroccan Mint Tea. As well as the Moroccan Nutella which they call Amlou. This thick, sticky spread reminds me of peanut butter but is actually made from crushed almonds mixed with argan oil, two pricey ingredients. Bought a couple of bottles from a coop by the foot of the Atlas Mountains. I also liked the egg dish served with klii in Riad Andalib. This one reminded me of sunny side up eggs with tapa bits 😄
Moroccan servings are overly generous to the point of wasteful. All the salads served to us were just too much. The tagines were infused with all possible spices and always served hot. The variety was quite limited though. It is hard to reach the end of Week 1 without putting up your arms and crossing them whenever you see tagine and the accompanying couscous.
Vegetarians would dig those overflowing salads and starters. Likewise with the fruits. I am not a big fan of meat dishes so I was like growing a tad insane missing my shellfish and desserts. Luckily there were Italian-Moroccan and French-Moroccan restaurants. In particular, I liked Pepe Nero in Riad al Moussika in Marrakech. When we felt we needed to break the pattern, we sought out Japanese and Italian restos for our sushi and pizza fix. Such was our dining experience in Maroc. 😄