EATING
A member of my Friday men’s group mentioned that all we seemed to be doing in Morocco was eating, as that was what most of my photographs showed us doing.
Before I left someone said, take some photographs of what you eat. Maybe I got carried away.
But as I’ve thought about it a little I realize that eating and eating together is a very large part of any culture. Being outsiders and not knowing either Arabic or French the easiest way to immerse ourselves with other people was to go out to eat in open air restaurants.
In addition to eating I also photographed many of the the ingredients of Moroccan food such as the outdoor stands of fresh fruit and vegetables, shops with all kinds of round bread, stands of silvery fresh fish, and butcher shops with all kinds of meat on display including the heads of some animal or legs of another or live chickens with their legs tied waiting to be sold and then butchered and eaten.
Humans will eat most anything and prepare it in all sorts of ways with all sorts of spices. I remarked on eating camel burger, which seems exotic to me but not to Moroccans. I have no idea how the legs or heads of animals are cooked and eaten, but someone must have found them delicious. Moroccan food is so spiced and so rich with flavor that after a weak I was looking forward to bland American food and why at on the way home I was willing to pay $30 Canadian dollars for an oversize hamburger and French fries.
Food is a huge part of culture and when experiencing another culture a large part of that experience. So I don’t think I overdid it. And eating certainly was a fun activity.
BILLYBABA’S WANDERING 