So, I used to mock my dad for drinking his tea in a glass. It didn't make sense. Didn't he burn his fingers? Why, just plain old, why?
As a tea lover, I recently visited Morocco and had tea multiple times every. single. day. Traditionally, they serve their tea in small glasses. Since returning, I've been enjoying my tea in a glass.
It dawned on me today, as I grabbed a glass, not unlike my father does almost religiously every evening, that he may be more cool and cultured than me.
Some photos taken by N.A.
Besides enjoying 'good eats', my sister and I attempt to recreate dishes we have enjoyed elsewhere. Friends sometimes join us in the trial and error. Some attempts are more successful than others.