Sunday 24 June 2012

Clock Cafe Cooking Day

A few weeks ago I went down to Fes for a cooking class in Clock Café. This highly recommended course is something I have wanted to do for a while as I have yet to master the intricacies of Moroccan cuisine.

I went to the cooking course with Megan, the mum of one of my students who has uprooted her family of six to come on an adventure to Morocco for eleven months while helping educate local farmers on the ins and outs of successful sheep breeding. Trin, a friend of Megan's from Australia who is currently based in the UAE was visiting for a week and decided to come along. Trin has been working in the genetic selection and breeding of racing camels for one of the wealthiest sheikhs and was quite fascinating to listen to. In the UAE camel racing is much bigger bucks than horse racing. It is a spectator-less sport and is basically a lot of men in pick up trucks driving around in the middle of the desert chasing after camels ridden by robots that are controlled by whistling into remote controls. I digress, but this blew my mind.

The cooking course at Clock Café is far more than just a simple cooking class. Starting with a menu discussion with other students (a mother and daughter from England) and introduction to the incredible friendly teacher, Souad. You then go out into the local food area of the medina where for about thirty minutes you walk around learning about the different stalls. The confusing variety of stalls usually specialise in one or two things. You build up a relationship with vendors by repeat business and then get the best cuts of meat, freshest vegetables, and the warmest and softest bread.

After an education in olives, bread, vegetables, oils, spices, fragrant water and smem (presevered butter, note preserved as in rancid), you retrace your steps slightly wiser and a lot smellier from trying oils and buy what you need for the class.

The Clock Café is deep down a narrow alley and is a warren of rooms and levels that rise steeply up to a remarkably comfy and airy multi-levelled roof garden. As well as offering some of the tastiest and healthiest Morocco fusion food, it offers Arabic classes, calligraphy classes, art exhibitions and Sunday sunset concerts of local music. The cooking class was to be held in a private but spacious kitchen and dining area in one of the many hidden rooms within the old converted riad.

Matching aprons on, you are walked through the spice and flavour combinations that make up the basics of many Moroccan foods. Souad was an entertaining and cheeky teacher, who was keen to test whether we had been paying attention by quizzing us when we had finished preparing the three course meal and were waiting for the pressure cooker to do its magic. After she was sure we could remember everything she encouraged us to ask any questions about Moroccan life that we had yet to have answered.

I have lived in Morocco for nearly a year and yet the secret life of women has remained largely hidden from me. Wherever you go you see men... working in the souqs, medinas, marches and shops. Mostly you just see them passing entire chunks of each day sitting putting the world to rights in one of the million cafés there are everywhere. Souad gave us a bit of a window into the world of women. Explaining about the importance of family, in general, but in particular your relationship with your mother in law; “happy mother in law = happy life”. When not working Souad will take some cakes round to her mother in law's house where a collection of women will sit and gossip about love, life and health for hours at a time. Seriously, I think it is a miracle that anything ever gets done here with all the talking, coffee drinking and cake eating that occurs.

After a fair amount of gossiping we sat down to our three course meal of Zaalouk, followed by lamb, prune and apricot tajine, topped off with Kunaffa, a tasty and incredibly light dessert of toasted Moroccan filo pastry with frozen rose water yoghurt, honey, walnuts and cherries. Sadly I haven't got the recipe for the dessert yet, but should be able to remember it, the tajine recipe is as follows...

Lamb, Prune & Apricot Tajine

800 grams lamb (or beef if you prefer) for lamb shoulder is best.
150 grams dried prunes
150 grams dried apricots
1 big red onion, finely chopped
1 cinnamon stick
1 tsp ginger powder
1 tsp black pepper
1 pinch saffron
Splash of olive oil
3 cloves of garlic, crushed
1 small bunch of parsley and coriander, finely chopped to garnish at end.
1 tsp of cinnamon powder
2 tsbp of sugar
1 tbsp of butter

Wash the prunes and boil in 1 litre of water until soft.

Marinade the lamb in the olive oil, garlic, ginger, saffron, salt and pepper for a good 10 minutes.

Put the onions and the lamb into a big pan or pressure cooker. Cook on a high flame, turning the lamb on all sides. Add cinnamon stick and water to nearly cover. Turn down the heat to medium. Stir and cook for about 30 minutes (depending on cut of lamb) if using a pressure cooker, 45-60 minutes if not. If lamb is not tender continue cooking. If the tajine is watery, let reduce till thicker.

Remove the water from the prunes and add the sugar, cinnamon powder and butter to the pan. Heat on a medium heat for around 10 minutes until they are caramelised. Add the apricots to heat through.

Mix the fruit through with the tajine and garnish with herbs to serve.





Friday 15 June 2012

Thought Provoking Words....


Rather than give a full review of last week's cooking course at Cafe Clock I thought instead I would share the words of someone much wiser than me. This moving piece was written today by a six year old Korean student in my class who started learning English last summer. This was her final piece of writing for the year and it was completely free choice, the product of which is a heart warming and thought provoking tale. For effect I have copied this as written.

Three Seeds

Once upon a time there was a great beautiful field full of flowers named dandelions. All the mother flowers were ready send their baby dandelions. 
 
One day three dandelion babys told their wish to their mother. The first one said “My wish is live rich forever.” The second one said “My wish go for a big trip.” The third one said “My wish make poor and beautiful people's hearts rich". 
 
The first and second one's dreams didn't came true. But the third one's dream came true. She sat on a windowsill and there lived a girl named Irli and a mother named Wali lived there but they were poor and also nice. Their heart was nice but the just didn't thought they were rich. 
 
The girl and the mother saw the seed and grow it. They understand that they are rich even though they are poor. 



I would like to take credit for this beautiful piece, but the credit is all down to a very dedicated and hard working young girl. It genuinely brought tears to my eyes.

Sunday 10 June 2012

Aprons on and burners at the ready


Most teachers will tell you that they spend all year battling the germs that lots of snotty little noses are determined to give you, hardly ever taking a day off, only to hit the holidays and fall apart. This has been an intense school year, and in preparation for the inevitable crumbling that will occur as soon as the last bell rings, I decided that unlike most years where I do something akin to a baseball players slide into last base, I would instead ease off gently and gracefully coast to the finish line. As a result of this my crumbling has occurred a week early and I have had four days of chest infection and three days of migraines. Looking for the silver lining, hopefully this means I will be germ free for the food, sun, pool and wine fun of three weeks in Europe. 

As well as falling apart this week I have been bothered by that tedious task of report writing. This is the fourth time this year that I have had to write reports and to put this laborious task into perspective I have to write six paragraphs for fifteen children. This amounts to around 9000 words. That is about the same as a thesis. By the end of next week I will have written four theses in ten months. Thankfully one of the reasons we took this job in particular is that we would have some influence over how things are done. Next year we have this down to three report cards.

Despite report writing and illness, I did actually manage to get out and do something different this weekend. Deeply hidden in the medina in Fez lies the Café Clock. This English owned café is a maze of rooms and terraces and is a sight for sore eyes (and taste buds) for those needing a break from the typical Moroccan dining experience. With movie nights, sunset concerts, Arabic courses and exhibitions, this place is more than just a café. It reminds me of the best backpacker places I have seen around the world. Not too cool or fake, it is warm and welcoming and a monster camel burger on the multi-levelled roof is a must. Unlike too many Moroccan eating establishments it is quick and efficient with amazing staff.

One of the things I have been keen to do is get a handle on the basics of Moroccan cooking. Clock Café is highly recommended when it comes to their cooking courses. Costing 60 Euros but lasting over five hours and including medina shopping trip and three course meal, this is more a cultural experience than a cooking course. I’m not going to go into the details of the course today, this needs a post of its own, but I did think I’d share the recipe for one of the dishes we made; Zaalouk. Zaalouk is a Moroccan salad made of smoked aubergine. This is not one of the prettiest dishes but it tastes amazing and smoky and is great for the summer days ahead. 

Zaalouk Salad
(Courtesy of Café Clock)

3 aubergines
2 tomatoes peeled and cut into small pieces
1 small hot pepper (optional)
1 head of garlic
1 handful of fresh parsley
1 handful of fresh coriander
1 tsp lemon juice
1 tsp ground cumin
1 tsp ground paprika
Pinch of black pepper
Pinch of salt

Wash aubergines and place in the centre of the gas hob (that’s right, no pan, just into the flame). Every minute or so turn the aubergine so that all the skin is lightly burned and the flesh feels similar to a bruised banana (appealing yes?). Remove the skin and cut into small cubes. 

Wash and cut the hot pepper if using and place in a pan with the cut aubergine and all the other ingredients except the herbs and lemon juice. Over a medium heat mash the mixture while all the spices heat through. 

Let the salad cool a little before mixing the herbs through with the lemon juice. If you’re anything like me, add more salt at this time.

Best served with a variety of Moroccan flat breads, failing that it’s good with pita and crusty bread.

Enjoy!!


Sunday 3 June 2012

This weekend...

Last week our excitement of our much anticipated European holiday got the better of us and we decided we just had to go this weekend. For that reason there will be no post this week. I could tell you more about the secenery on the drive there, all burnt and dusty with no remnents of the green of last month, but that is probably getting a little old now.

Apart from that... 13 days of teaching to go... 15 days before 9 weeks of freedom. Now is the time of year where the majoriy of teachers remember just why they like teaching. After months of pushing and banging our heads against walls, rules are now followed, expectations are met and fun can be had. Sadly the battles all start again next year.