You are too kind as usual. The Moroccans let it simmer in a tajin, which is to couscous what the tandoori oven is to curries, or the masonry oven to pizza. I had couscous waaaaay back in the 1970's in Casablanca, but I'm afraid nothing has stuck from that trip apart from the memory of the miraculous effects of certain substances on the human mind, oh, and the effect of gravel roads on motorbike tires...Originally Posted by Beirut
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